I think my girl crush on Carrie Fisher has sadly come to an end. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been quite a ride. Seeing her somewhere between one and ten times in Wishful Drinking on Broadway was definitely the highlight of last winter in NYC. Each time I walked out of the theatre my cheeks hurt from laughing so hard. And she has definitely been inspirational in getting my writing off the ground. How she is able to turn a tragedy into a comedy is truly a gift. And one day Carrie I will actually think my dad’s murder conviction is hilarious.
I do like to think that we have some similarities which are some but not limited to:
She’s from Los Angeles, I’m from Los Angeles
She owned a parrot, I owned a parrot (RIP Huey del Fuego)
She worked for George Lucas, I worked for George Lucas
She can tap dance, I can tap dance
She’s a writer, I’m (now) a writer!
Carrie definitely recognized me when I became a regular at her show, and to this I have to say, “I swear, it’s not my fault I met someone at the theatre that could get me front row seats!” But I also bank on the fact that she gets ECT’s (electro-convulsive therapy) which wipes the mind of your short-term memory. So Carrie, I have this to say to you, if you keep recognizing me I call bullshit on those ECT’s! Come on!