Princess Leia and me

I am writing this blog because no one has believed me, even though Ramona will corroborate my story.

In 1977 on million nerds fell in love. It was all due to one very nerdy movie called "Star Wars" and a beautiful young actress named Carrie fisher. It was three months until I'd be born. Carrie Fisher was 19. I speak of 1977 "Star Wars" Carie Fisher, not 1985 "Return of the Jedi" Carrie Fisher. I understand the fascination with the gold salve girl bikini.

In 1982 i was 5 years old. it was the first time I had seen Star wars. it was the channel 11 movie of the week. and it was awesome. i fell in Love with the cherubic Princess LeiaOrgana, with her full red lips and big coffee brown eyes. I gave her a pass on the silly British accent. By the time Jedi came out, and the salve girl thing with Jabba, I still loved her, though, was sad they went the sexy route, instead of super-cute cherub princess. but true love lasts...as we shall soon learn

fast forward to 20 years. I'm in DC and my girlfriend Ramona asks if i like "when harry met sally", I admit that I have not and we watch it. There she is: expertly slipped in between all the Billy Crystal Meg Ryan talking is my love, Carrie fisher. A bit older but then again, so am I. When Harry met Sally instantly rises into my top five movies. Ramona then tells me about Postcards from the edge. the movie adaptation of an autobiographic-like book by Carrie Fisher. i admit that i have seen parts, but don't really know the whole thing. We watch it, and It rises to just below when harry met sally on my list of favorites.

fast forward 3 years more. My 31st birthday. For my present Ramona presents me with two tickets to "Wishful Drinking", a one woman show written by Carrie Fisher. Essentially it will be postcards from the edge minus Meryl Streep I am told. I'm in for it, we have awesome seats, probably four rows back at the Lincoln Theatre in DC. I have an aisle seat and clear view of the stage.

The curtain rises. there she is. Perhaps older, but hten again, so am I. not 30 yards away stands my crush from when i was only 5 years old. 26 years later and truly, I still have a crush on her. The show, has lots of audience participation, and it is hilarious. If you get a chance to EVER see it, you must.

Just before the 1st act ends, the schpiel is about George Lucas owning her likeness. All the things of which she has been made into. Shampoo bottles, soaps, dolls, and Pez dispensers. Then she brings out the creme de la creme. the Princess Leia Sex doll. the jokes are hilarious. much about go fucking herself and having the ability to do so. She asks for a male volunteer. Its quiet for too long before i hear someone shout "I'll do it" and i realize it's me. I get up to walk up to the stage and i am actually having an out of body experience. I can watch myself walking up the stairs.

She says something about the silly cinnamon bun hair, that i have always loved. And that no one knows what it can be like until one has it on. a wig drops from rafters. She puts it on me. Its feels silly, but I don't care.

I get to read a card taking the house into intermission. I give her a hug and go to return to my seat. But as I hug her, I feel myself falling... She's pulling me down onto one of the couches on stage. She wraps a leg around me. Its something I have dreamed about since age 5. she kisses me full on on the lips. its truly awesome. the curtain goes down.

backstage, she asks to take a picture and asks me if i was a star wars fan. I admit truly I am and tell her i liked Star wars Leia better than Jedi Leia. they take down my email address. I am in bliss.

during intermission people ask if i was a plant by the show.. I admit, i am just a really lucky bastard who got to meet the most ultimate crush of my life. some guy from broadwayworld.com interviews me.

back from intermission Carrie says She has some gummy boobs for me and hopes I don't have them already. I give her one last kiss and return to my seat.

On the way out, i begin to open the package before I read on the back of the box, an autograph:

"to my beloved Josh, Carrie Fisher"

I show ramona,a nd the box stays closed.

best. birthday. ever.

Thanks Baby.. Ramona... not Carrie.

Thanks to Carrie as well.

anyhow, people have told me they didn't believe cuz i had no pictures as of yet, until this weekend, when I got in my email this: