“You get to put bacon in your mouth. I mean, when you have bacon in your mouth, it doesn’t matter who is President or anything. You just ahh, ahhhh… Every time I’m eating bacon, I think: I could die right now. And I mean it! That’s how good life is.” — Louis C.K., on what you get with a basic life.
Sometimes, we just need a time-out.
There’s plenty of time to scream and yell at each other and be afraid of everything we see on the news. We’ve got that down to a science.
Sometimes, you just need two and a half hours in the theater with Star Wars: The Force Awakens.
Sometimes, you just need a strip of bacon in your mouth.
Sometimes, you just need a nice set of wheels, someone to banter with, and a hot cup of coffee.
Comic legend Jerry Seinfeld, as only he can, will give you a non-political look at the lighter side of White House living and having the world’s most-demanding job in the season 7 premiere of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee. Seinfeld and President Obama will crack jokes, drink coffee, and enjoy the majesty of a 1963 Chevy Corvette split-window coupe.
Seinfeld’s web series, for those who haven’t seen it, is exactly what the title suggests—Seinfeld himself, joined each episode by a random celebrity, typically a comedian—driving around in really nice, expensive cars, with a coffee stop along the way. It’s simple and brilliant.
The season 7 premiere with the president will be available to watch at the Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee website December 30 at 11:30 p.m. ET.
The Washington Post caught up with Seinfeld during his visit to Washington to discuss the upcoming episode and capture the show’s flavor. We particularly enjoyed this excerpt from reporter Dan Zak’s story:
“At the Capitol, tourists were beginning to notice Seinfeld, but only after they noticed the car, a shimmering mirage of silver-blue metallic in a small parking lot on the building’s west front. Its back window, split down the middle, sloped into a dorsal haunch resembling its marine namesake. It was on loan from some rich guy in Connecticut who had already called the crew to ask about his baby, which hadn’t been out of his sight in 32 years.
“‘The lines,’ Seinfeld gushed, as if describing the Ark of the Covenant. He pointed out the spatial intimacy between the body of the car and the wheels — tight but not too tight. Then he gestured to a nearby Chevy Suburban, a brute hunk of black metal, one of the production vehicles.
“‘See how much space is between the wheel and the body? That’s why it’s depressing. What’s really missing from the world are cars you can just stare at,’ he said, hands on the waist of his dad jeans, flaring back his navy blazer. ‘We’ve decided it’s more important to stay alive than look cool.’”