Sometimes, when life gets you down, there’s only one thing to do… laugh it off.
I’m not going to say that laughter is the best medicine, because apparently someone else has already said that, but I will say that comedy is the one thing I can count on to restore my faith in love, life, and humanity… you know, for a good hour or so.
Because the truth is, nothing seems quite so bad if you can get yourself to laugh at it.
Speaking of which, have you all met my new boyfriend?
We’ve never met, of course… but when you are in love, I think you will find that you have to deal with all sorts of little obstacles, and it’s best to try not to let them overwhelm you.
And now, for a quick rendition of that old classic, Slutty Sundays:
Pick a comedian to be your secret lover, and give a (semi) detailed account of your perfect date together.
For example: On my secretly loving date with Jemaine, we will walk down the streets of Paris, serenading innocent passersby with a choice selection of show-tunes, which we will sing at full volume and without apologies. Later, we will go skinny-dipping in the Seine and be caught by an American paparazzo, who just happened to be walking by at the time. After being bailed out of prison (by none other than Rhys Darby, of course), we will retire to a perfectly charming Parisian hotel (or , you know, The Ritz) and eat chocolate-covered strawberries while Jemaine sings “Business Time” whilst playing the guitar… and of course I will be so impressed by his ability to both eat and sing and play the guiture that one thing will lead to another… and well… you know…
(We’ll get slutty.)
Your turn!!!
Me, Eddie Izzard… and a lipstick.
That sounds like a pretty awesome date!
Well I think so!
Well, Paul Rudd and I would meet up in NYC. We’d head over to the Build-a-Bear Workshop and make bears with matching outfits. Then we’d go buy matching outfits for ourselves that match our bears’ outfits. We’d play games at the Nintendo World Store for hours and finish off the night with some karaoke. Paul would sing ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight?’ a la Lion King and in return I would sing for him. My song: ‘When a Man Loves a Woman’. I awkwardly introduce the song by explaining that it’s the reverse in our case, but that the true meaning of the song isn’t gender specific.