I'm not sure if anybody caught Christopher Titus' new Comedy Central special this weekend, but it was really good. He's one of the better storytellers working today, along with David Sedaris and Mike Rowe. In the past Titus has talked a lot about his crazy family. He had that show for a while (which I didn't like, but that's mostly because I'm a girl and all the shit about cars bored the hell out of me) and it was mostly about his family, and none of it has seemed very happy. In this new special, although he talks about divorce and about his family some more, he ends it by talking about being in love. He gets a little 1967 Beatles and argues that if you're in love and you're happy, you don't really need anything else (except maybe an antique car to refurbish or whatever the hell you guys do). The point is, Titus hasn't really cultivated a very joyful personality over the years, but now that he's in love with a Diesel model, he seems sort of glowy.
I think that this special happened at a good time for him to be in the glowy stage of love, because the glowy stage is really hopeful and excited about the future, and our country pretty much needs those sentiments by the fuckload these days. The other stage of love is everything after the beginning, when the love resembles something more like codependence. It's less exciting, but it's also more reliable. In tonight's episode Sean and Christian occupy these two stages, respectively, and that's pretty much all the episode is about. I think it's an interesting thematic choice for the week after Valentine's Day, when everyone is fed up with hearing about love. I expected to be sick of it, but the dichotomy is interesting enough that I didn't throw up all over myself. Also, I am going to say this 100,000 more times before this recap is done, but I am in love with this week's soundtrack. So so much.
We start off the episode with the glowy lovers, Sean and Teddy (nee Dr. Biker Chick), at some restaurant that serves you food in complete darkness. California is so weird, right? That's like paying $300/person to attend an elementary school Halloween party. And you don't even get to dress like Freddy Krueger.