Speak British to Me
Gotta write quick, 'cause I'm exauhsted and have to be up in a few hours to go back to the internship, but tonight was a definite high point in an SNL internship full of them. Tonnight you see, I met Jude Law. Who is even more ungodly attractive in person. It caught me off-guard as he got into the elevator with ME on my way to work wearing a funky black fedora. I tried not to stare. Then he smiled at me and, seeing my SNL badge, spoke in his sweet beautiful voice: "You work at Saturday Night Live? Can you tell me, where can I nib off to the loo from the lifts?" Not shitting. Word for word. I had to try not to drool or stutter when I answered him. Then he patted me on my shoulder. I will never wash my jacket. And I got to bask in the spendiferousness of Mr. Law all evening, as he dined with us and went around to meet all of the writers and even watched a bit of the Yankee game. Me and the other interns (even the straight males, who all agreed he was the most beautiful man they'd ever seen upclose) eventually gave up our efforts to not stare or talk about him.
And Maddie, I'm not guranteeing that this will make air, but I do believe Rachel Dratch is trying to revive and revamp a Jane Eyre sketch she wrote for when Colin Firth was on but never made the air. I told her my roomate would have an "orgasm of happiness" if Jude Law was in anything innvolving Jane Eyre. We shall see.
And Maddie, I'm not guranteeing that this will make air, but I do believe Rachel Dratch is trying to revive and revamp a Jane Eyre sketch she wrote for when Colin Firth was on but never made the air. I told her my roomate would have an "orgasm of happiness" if Jude Law was in anything innvolving Jane Eyre. We shall see.