Carrie Fisher's Top 3 Crazy Tales: Senators, Prostitutes and Michael Jackson

PHOTO: Actress Carrie Fisher arrives at the 4th Annual Logos NewNowNext Awards 2011 at Avalon, Hollywood, California, April 7, 2011.
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Given the title of Carrie Fisher's latest book (and her history with electroshock therapy), crazy tales were a given. But the "Star Wars" actress and "Wishful Drinking" author exceeds expectations with her new memoir, "Shockaholic," in which she chronicles a night on the town with two major senators, her dealings with the dentist that sued Michael Jackson, and her attempt to grant her dying father one final, raunchy request.

Below, check out Fisher's three most outlandish anecdotes:

On a 1985 Washington, D.C., dinner with her date, the then single former Sen. Chris Dodd, and dining companion, the late Sen. Ted Kennedy:

"So, having recently graduated completely healed and normal from my first stint in a rehab, and appearing in an almost perfectly respectable piece of work, I found myself driving from Baltimore to Washington, D.C., to have dinner with Chris Dodd, this senator who I knew virtually nothing about. Nor did Senator Dodd -- like most people, then, now and always -- have any idea who I was in the wide, wide world beyond this cute little actress who'd played Princess Leia."

"Suddenly, Senator Kennedy, seated directly across from me, looked at me with his alert, aristocratic eyes and asked me a most surprising question. 'So,' he said, clearly amused, 'do you think you'll be having sex with Chris at the end of your date?' ... To my left, Chris Dodd looked at me with an unusual grin hanging on his very flushed face."

Her reply: "'Funnily enough, I won't be having sex with Chris tonight,' I said, my face composed and calm. 'No, that probably won't happen.' People blinked. 'Thanks for asking, though.'"

His retort: "'Would you have sex with Chris in a hot tub?' Senator Kennedy asked me, perhaps as a way to say good night? 'I'm no good in water,' I told him." (A representative for Dodd did not immediately respond to ABCNews.com's request for comment.)

On being a patient of the dentist who sued Michael Jackson:

"Remember that dentist who sued Michael for molesting his kid? Yes, that was my dentist. Evan Chandler, D.D.S. Dentist to the Stars. And this same Dr. Chandler -- long before the lawsuit was brought (though not necessarily before it was contemplated) -- needed someone to brag to about his son's burgeoning friendship with Michael Jackson. (This was years before Michael had children of his own.) And so my 'dentist' would go on and on about how much his son liked Michael Jackson and, more important, how much Michael Jackson liked his son. And the most disturbing thing I remember him saying was, 'You know, my son is very good looking.'

"So here was Dr. Chandler telling me how Michael was buying his kid computers and taking him to incredible places and sleeping in the same bed and getting him ... WAIT! 'Hang on,' I said. 'I have to interrupt here. Let's just go back a tic, okay?' 'Sure,' Chandler said. ' They're sleeping in the same bed?!' He blinked. 'Well, yeah, but my ex-wife is always there, so it's okay and his stepfather and ... and ... and ...'

"Then one night some months later, Dr. Chandler came up to my house again and told me that he and his wife were going to sue Michael. 'Why?' I asked. 'Because,' he explained rationally, 'Michael is sleeping in the same bed with my boy.'"

"The thing is, though, I never thought that Michael's whole thing with kids was sexual. Never. Granted, it was miles from appropriate, but just because it wasn't normal doesn't mean that it had to be perverse." (Dr. Evan Chandler committed suicide in 2009.)

On trying to get a prostitute for her dying dad, Eddie Fisher:

"He didn't have a bucket list as it turned out. What he did have was a bucket wish. ... What my father wanted was access to the recess between a woman's legs. One last romp -- a romp at his age being a fairly limited affair, but that did not concern him.

"So one night, while I was performing my show, I made an announcement that if anyone knew any prostitutes, please leave a note with one of the ushers. I did this in large part not only to amuse and/or shock people; it turned out that it wasn't all that simple to find and secure the services of a prostitute. At least not in San Francisco in 2008. I'd spent inordinate amounts of time searching Craigslist. But after a while, I would've perused any list! Schindler's! Or Franz!" (Alas, Fisher did not end up fulfilling her father's wish.)

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