We went to see Carrie Fisher's one woman show last night. It was of course hilarious. I think my favorite part was the flow chart of her parents and Elizabeth Taylor. Her 14 yr old daughter, Billie, has a crush on Liz's 15 yr old grandson and she speculates whether or not they are actually related. I had no idea how much drama the poor thing had to endure as a child. I also had no idea that Eddie Fisher is still alive. And apparently dating all of Chinatown.

We had the best seats in the house, thanks to Ian, front row center. And Carrie had a cold. no surprise since I had one too over Christmas as did everyone else apparently. She would occasionally cough and she mentioned it a few times.

The lady next to, who I thought by the smell must have been a student, spent the whole time breathing through her sweater. I thought she was cold. But halfway through act one, Carrie (we're on a first name basis since I was close enough to feel her spit) stopped the show to ask if she was OK. Now, if someone stopped their show to ask me how I was doing, I would be horrified. And I would give someone or two word answer and pray that the show would continue.

But not my new neighbor.

She was visibly embarrassed. But she spoke anyway: "I'm sorry. I just had surgery. And I can't be around germs. I'm afraid I'm going to catch something."

That wasn't the response Carrie was counting on. She seemed relieved that the poor girl wasn't dying. And then horrified that she was talking about her surgery during her show. I have a feeling this may turn into Carrie's next show.

And I hope to have front row center seats again.