One summer as a kid I was best friends with Glenn Close's nephew. We went to the same summer camp and we bonded over our fondness for Blue Yoshi (because he could fly, thus making him the best Yoshi). Glenn co-owned a coffee shop in town with her sister Jessie. I'd seen her a couple times downtown, but I never spoke to her until I inadvertently made friends with her nephew.
I was invited to a family picnic at his house, and Glenn showed up with a big bag of homemade cookies. She took one out and offered it to me.
That was the first and last time I spoke to Glenn Close.
One thing's certain: Helen Mirren wouldn't offer me no fucking oatmeal raisin cookie, that's for sure.