Six degrees of Sandi Davis
Written on March 10, 2013 by Sandi's Ow
My husband and I just celebrated our wedding anniversary. The card I gave him describes me very well.
A couple is watching TV and the woman is talking telling her husband some kind of trivia about the actor. The man is thinking, “I want my own TV.”
In 1994, actor Kevin Bacon commented he had worked with everyone in Hollywood. Combining that with the theory that only six people connect anyone in the world gets you “Six degrees of Kevin Bacon,” where people try to connect an actor to Kevin Bacon in six steps or less.
I have had run-ins with celebrities my whole life, but when I worked as an entertainment writer I met so many celebrities that if the Internet Movie Database didn’t exist, I’d be lost.
For 15 years, about every other weekend I was somewhere watching a movie or three set to come out in the next month or so and interviewing the cast and crew. That way, my newspaper would have a story about the stars and a review from their own critic on opening day.
It’s a good system, and is the genesis for my husband and I to play “Six Degrees of Sandi Davis.”
I did the junket for “The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement” in 2004. I was excited to get to interview Julie Andrews and Anne Hathaway (who won an Oscar Feb. 24), so much so I forgot all about some guy named Chris Pine also in the movie.
I saw 2009’s “Star Trek” without recognizing the lead actor . It stayed that way until I saw “Princess Diaries 2” on TV. My jaw dropped. I had interviewed the new James T. Kirk five years before.
One day in 1995, I met NBC’s weatherman Willard Scott, my governor, one of Oklahoma’s U.S. senators, a state congressman who played football at my alma mater and Jesse Jackson Sr. Yes, all of them in one day.
By the way, if you ask Willard Scott if he’s a meteorologist, he answers, “No, I’m a Baptist.”
At the junket for the movie “Evita,” I had a one-on-one interview with Antonio Banderas about his role in the movie. I heard his publicist telling him who he was speaking with next, and I walked into the room.
He sang “Oklahoma!” to me, full voice. The whole song.
I stood there, trying not to drool, and listened.
He kept motioning me to sit down, and I kept shaking my head, “No.”
When he finished the song, I told him that was our state’s song and I had to stand. He told me he knew every word to every song in the musical. We had a nice chat, and he gave me an autograph.
Yes, that’s nice, but Antonio Banderas sang “Oklahoma!” for me.
And yes, I interviewed Madonna too.
Remember the movie “Twister”? It was partially filmed in Oklahoma and I went on the set visit and saw an old friend, actor Bill Paxton.
He’s from Fort Worth and is one of the nicest guys. During the junket, he and I joked about the tornado drills we endured in elementary school, to the disbelief of the writers not from Tornado Alley.
I was dressed in jeans and a shirt that day.
A week or so later Paxton and company were in Oklahoma City for the world premiere of “Twister” and we ran into each other again. This time I was in a full-length gown, hair done, wearing makeup. We wound up at the after party doing vodka shots from the ice sculpture. There are photos, somewhere.
A week later I was back on Los Angeles doing the junket for the secret-agent spoof, “Spy Hard.” I had just finished a one-on-one with Leslie Nielsen and had some free time so I decided to visit the hotel’s hot tub. I was wearing my bathing suit, a hotel robe and flip-flops, my hair pulled on top of my head. I was waiting at the elevator.
The doors opened and Bill Paxton stood there with his publicist. We locked eyes and started laughing.
“Are you stalking me?,” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
The other people on the elevator couldn’t understand why we stood there hugging and laughing.
You can’t make this stuff up.
The point is this. My carry-on luggage literally rattled from all the medicine I had to take with me. I was using a cane. I was always close to exhaustion and feeling pretty ratty. My memory was (and still is) like Swiss cheese, but I had fun. I have forgotten so many things that when something like “Princess Diaries 2” prods a memory, it leaves me both happy and scared.
And now that’s all that’s behind me, I can recall these things that happened to me, and annoy my husband with them while he’s watching TV.