Born to Be Alive
Jul. 26th, 2005 08:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielOkay okay okay okay okay......
I didn't sleep worth shit last night, but I did get to sleep long enough to have a dream and fall head over heals in......crush. Granted, I've always adored Eddie Izzard. I think he's bloody brilliant, handsome, funny, sexy ~~ well, the list goes on. I like to quote him. I like to listen to him. I love his accent. He makes French a Wonderful Thing for me. I cannot say "Speed" without saying it with a French accent thanks to dear Eddie.
Why did I dream about him? I think it's because I saw part of Mystery Men the other day and then was regaling Todd for never seeing any of Eddie's shows just yesterday. All I know is that I hope I dream about him more.
It started out in a large auditorium. Eddie was doing a show and I was sitting about halfway back from the stage. There was hardly anyone in the theater, but I remember explaining to a woman nearby that it was only because he was just getting started out in the business, that he would be a sensation before anyone knew it. So he was up there talking about something hilarious when, suddenly, he stopped and looked about all surprised and a group of nuns (or women dressed as nuns) came out and started singing "Amazing Grace." I know....what the fuck? I think that came from my watching "The Rosary with Sister Angelica" on EWTN last night. Hey! I can watch what I please, mmmkay?
Anyway, I was suddenly up on the stage with my back to the audience, looking at the nuns and wondering where Eddie had gone. I turned around and he was at the front of the stage snickering at me. So I slunk off to the side and sat on the edge of the stage for the rest of the show.
After the show, I was walking down a hallway to the elevators. Eddie came up behind me and asked if he could ride the elevator with me to the first floor. I said "sure," and we climbed onto the elevator, which was really small and old. Instead of Muzak, the piped in music was this really scary industrial version of "Born to Be Alive." It wasn't even a song. It was just Born to be alive....Born to be alive....Born to be alive....Born to be alive....Born to be alive.... in this creepy deep voice which was almost electronic in nature.
I said, "Whoever that is has ruined the best Disco song ever made."
"Perhaps we should drown it out with the real thing," Eddie suggested, and he started humming the real song. I joined in and, eventually, the horrid industrial version melted away and all I could hear was Eddie and me humming together. Before I knew it, Eddie pressed his lips against mine while we were still humming and, as we continued to sing "Born to Be Alive," our kissing became deeper and more intense. He took my wrists in his hands and pressed them against the elevator wall above my head and simply ravaged my lips with his.
It was so real. And he's probably the best kisser I've ever encountered....without ever having encountered him, that is.
But yeah, I'm so totally crushing on Eddie Izzard now, it's not even funny. I'd do just about anything to kiss him in real life.
I didn't sleep worth shit last night, but I did get to sleep long enough to have a dream and fall head over heals in......crush. Granted, I've always adored Eddie Izzard. I think he's bloody brilliant, handsome, funny, sexy ~~ well, the list goes on. I like to quote him. I like to listen to him. I love his accent. He makes French a Wonderful Thing for me. I cannot say "Speed" without saying it with a French accent thanks to dear Eddie.
Why did I dream about him? I think it's because I saw part of Mystery Men the other day and then was regaling Todd for never seeing any of Eddie's shows just yesterday. All I know is that I hope I dream about him more.
It started out in a large auditorium. Eddie was doing a show and I was sitting about halfway back from the stage. There was hardly anyone in the theater, but I remember explaining to a woman nearby that it was only because he was just getting started out in the business, that he would be a sensation before anyone knew it. So he was up there talking about something hilarious when, suddenly, he stopped and looked about all surprised and a group of nuns (or women dressed as nuns) came out and started singing "Amazing Grace." I know....what the fuck? I think that came from my watching "The Rosary with Sister Angelica" on EWTN last night. Hey! I can watch what I please, mmmkay?
Anyway, I was suddenly up on the stage with my back to the audience, looking at the nuns and wondering where Eddie had gone. I turned around and he was at the front of the stage snickering at me. So I slunk off to the side and sat on the edge of the stage for the rest of the show.
After the show, I was walking down a hallway to the elevators. Eddie came up behind me and asked if he could ride the elevator with me to the first floor. I said "sure," and we climbed onto the elevator, which was really small and old. Instead of Muzak, the piped in music was this really scary industrial version of "Born to Be Alive." It wasn't even a song. It was just Born to be alive....Born to be alive....Born to be alive....Born to be alive....Born to be alive.... in this creepy deep voice which was almost electronic in nature.
I said, "Whoever that is has ruined the best Disco song ever made."
"Perhaps we should drown it out with the real thing," Eddie suggested, and he started humming the real song. I joined in and, eventually, the horrid industrial version melted away and all I could hear was Eddie and me humming together. Before I knew it, Eddie pressed his lips against mine while we were still humming and, as we continued to sing "Born to Be Alive," our kissing became deeper and more intense. He took my wrists in his hands and pressed them against the elevator wall above my head and simply ravaged my lips with his.
It was so real. And he's probably the best kisser I've ever encountered....without ever having encountered him, that is.
But yeah, I'm so totally crushing on Eddie Izzard now, it's not even funny. I'd do just about anything to kiss him in real life.
