Another evening of domestic absurdities, where dating is a battlefield of tardiness and innuendo, and going to the store becomes a test of patience and self-esteem. Between trying to understand why one underwear is needed and why "missing" does not mean "stolen," the comedian deftly balances the fatigue of life and the desire to simply survive in an era of constant control and distrust. Yoga as a way to lie down and do nothing is almost a philosophy, and the nuclear threat is a backdrop for the everyday minutiae that no one can undo anyway. If you are tired of talking too seriously about life, here you will be offered to just laugh at it.
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