Mine was Majel Barret Roddenberry, the lady who spent some 40 years of her life doinking Gene Roddenberry, creator of Star Trek. She holds the distinction of having been on every single incarnation of Trek, appearing as the computer voice, as well as an actor. She also has producer credits. I met her at a Trekkie convention in Nashville in '97, which I dragged my working class and singularly oppressive father to. It was supposed to be Marina Sirtus signing autographs, but she couldn't make it (which is good, as a friend of mine who books Trek and Star Wars thespians for conventions says she's a total prig; she drove her around town in a limo for a week and Marina hardly said a word to her), so we got Majel, instead, which was a far better treat, as she's uncannily exactly like her character, Lwaxana Troi of Betazed, (Daughter of the 5th House, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx), an airy, dismissive, frou-frou matriarch. We all got to ask her questions in a Q&A and I asked her what kind of fish Captain Picard has in his ready room. Actually, someone else asked me, as she couldn't seem to hear me. 15 different people had to shout it out to her before she could process it, my face growing more crimson by the moment. They're lion fish, she explained, when she finally got it. Then she launched into this long-winded account of how she loves animals, excepting the winged rat who recently poo-pooed on her new sheep wool sweater. When it came time to signing autographs, it took her forever for her to apply her Jane Hancock to my book, seeing how she simply couldn't spell my last name---Le Suer, like the peas or the oil. Capital "S," a space between the "Le" and the "Suer." It means "To sweat." Ironic, considering one of my relatives was a servant for the king of France and I hail from a long line of factory workers. Anyhoo, she seemed so dizzy and ditzy and helium-headed, like Gsa-Gsa Gabor on ether, her daffiness was positively contagious, and, even now, I can't cast my mind back to memories of that day without grinning like the Cheshire cat who swallowed the canary.
I also have friends who, apiece, each had an hour-long, bar room conversation with...Morgan Freeman, Clint Eastwood and Kevin Spacey.
Who's luckier?
I also have friends who, apiece, each had an hour-long, bar room conversation with...Morgan Freeman, Clint Eastwood and Kevin Spacey.
Who's luckier?