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 o much for the concept of the people-shy celeb. Advertsing her availablity
for palm-pressing was nice, if it hadn't encouraged a pile-up of fans from
all over America. After what was more like half an hour,  came out in
a businessy red suit and started posing with us. Like a politician, she had
a few words for everyone. No one left feeling dissed, I'm sure, but the
line moved along quickly. As my turn fast approached, I thought about how
all I wanted to communicate to was how incredible the whole
experience was, a real slice of life. There were so many delicious aspects
of her performance, and I wondered how much of it, the knowing perversity
of it, was lost on her audience. I wondered if she felt that.
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As I approached her, she looked at me and I felt a real connection. I felt
like she saw through to my own sense of humor-- or something. I also
thought, "I love Carrie. You're pretty cool to have done all you've done
and produced a daughter like that."
She signed my program and I told her that I loved the Hollywood museum, and that seeing the ruby slippers was incredibly moving. "They made me cry, too," she said. I sat down next to her, and we prepared to pose. |
"And you're funny!" I said. "I loved your show." A millisecond's pause, and
then she said: "Put your arm around me." I did. They took the picture.
"Thanks, ," I said, shaking her hand. "You made my trip." And I meant
it.
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