Sooooo . . .
Cary Elwes passed through Salt Lake yesterday, promoting his new book As You Wish, which is a thoroughly charming memoir about the filming of The Princess Bride. If you love that movie, you should get it. I mean it . . .
Anyway, TKE was asked to sponsor the event, and when Anne told us the news, I immediately began quoting lines involving peanuts and so forth, and NEXT THING I KNEW, she asked if I would moderate the event. You know. Because I'm so moderate.
I said yes! Of course! Who wouldn't want to interview The Dread Pirate Roberts? And by the time last night arrived I was all aflutter. I arrived early and Rob (co-worker and local awesome bbq aficionado) told me to go to the green room where Mr. Elwes was waiting, looking snappy in a black leather jacket, blue jeans and red Chucks.
Let it be said, the people, that he is indeed a tall drink.
Now here's my favorite part of the story. After graciously greeting me, he said absolutely the last thing in the world I would have expected.
Are you curious?
He told me that he respected what my father has done for American football. And, in fact, we talked a bit about him and his career. I won't lie. I was kind of blown away that he somehow made that particular connection. Even though I do write about him here sometimes, I don't often tell people about my dad because I don't want to come across as--you know--someone who tells people about her dad.
In the brief time we spent together, I found Cary Elwes to be intelligent, kind, well-mannered, interested in people other than himself and down-to-earth. A true knight.
Thanks, Anne Holman, for the opportunity.