First thing Sunday morning was get on the queue for Carrie Fisher’s autograph. She wouldn’t be there till about noon, but being there early is essential. Her line was capped before she arrived, and there were people from the queue the previous evening who didn’t get to meet her.
That meant we would be missing the panels for Audible Presents: That’s Not My Baby! When Narrators Attack: How a Story Survives the Transition from Text to Audio and NBC’s Timeless Screening and Q&A.
Maybe next year.
As my sister and I waited we got to admire Tom Mison, who was at the table next to Carrie’s. He was drinking tea and looked mighty fine in green.
When Carrie arrived and it was our turn, my sister went first.
As Carrie signed their photo together from yesterday Vic asked if she had any glitter. (We have yet to get glitter from her and saw people yesterday with some on their faces.)
Carrie said she ran out and all the stores were closed so she’ll have to think of something else.
Then Vic told her what she had been planing to say:
Vic: Leia should slap her punk son.
Carrie: She should do more than slap him. She should lock him in the closet.
Vic: I was trying to be nice.
When it was my turn I thought I would tell her how I am looking forward to seeing more of Leia be a badass General and hope she has more scenes with Mark, but I didn’t get that far. I just said how nice it was to see her again and how happy I am to have a photo with her and her dog, Gary.
She said everyone loves Gary and he’s the ultimate. I replied that he’s adorable.
She then also added his name when she autographed our photo. Then she asked for my sister’s photo back so that she could add Gary’s name to hers.