I felt like this last night. After a reunion of my high school drama club. When you don’t hold back on the hollandaise sauce, you pay the piper. Or maybe it was the singing of show tunes.
When you have an upset stomach, the world sucks. Your wife’s voice is grating. You can’t move. You can barely speak, let alone form unique sentences.
Isn’t it great?
And this spot would never have been made today.
Never would a character like this – heavy, not establishment-attractive, mired in bad mood, sounding like a dying bullfrog – be allowed on screen.
Which is too bad.
Because this is what most of look and sound like. And it's funny.
I just wish I'd gone easy on the hollandaise sauce.