Now Presenting: Suzy Soro (and a Giveaway!)

I've known Suzy almost since I started blogging, and she is truly one of the funniest, kindest, and most interesting people I know. To help celebrate the launch of her new book, Celebrity sTalker , Suzy was gracious enough to be interviewed AND offer a signed copy of her book to one lucky reader!




1) Tell us a bit about how you got started doing comedy. Is
this what you always wanted to do "when you grew up?"




One
day I watched Bob Hope host the Academy Awards, which he did nineteen times over
the course of his career, more than any other host, and my Dad told me Bob also
went overseas and performed for the troops. I told Dad I wanted to do that so he
asked what my talent was. My talent? There were so many to choose from: sneaking
out at night to meet boys, forging my parents’ signatures on report cards, stealing
Mars bars from People’s Drugstore.  




I eventually
wrote, starred in, directed, and produced my first sketch comedy show at the
age of 14. It was about toilet paper. It was the beginning of my need to be
funny in front of people.  Later I would
revise that to “My need to be funny in front of people who paid me.”




2)
Hecklers: assuming you've had at least one, how do you handle them?




Hecklers are part of a stand-up
comic’s world. The worst ones are drunken fools who mistakenly think they’re
funnier than the comedian.  I always let
them yell out stupid stuff for a while and then say, “You sound funny; do you
know a good joke?” (YES!) “Would you like to come up here and tell your joke?” (YES!)




The heckler makes their unwitting way
to the stage. I ask their name, their occupation and hand over the mic. Then I
walk to the back of the stage and stand behind them, where they can’t see me. As
the audience silently stares at them, suddenly the heckler or hecklerette
realizes how scary it is to face a room full of strangers. They tell their joke
and I’ve never seen it fail, the audience doesn’t laugh. That’s when I walk up
to them and say, “Looks easier than it is, doesn’t it?”



3) Tell
us a comedy high and comedy low from your life.




I was performing in Macedonia
during the Bosnian War. That morning, two flyboys had taken the comics up in a
Blackhawk helicopter and flown us into no-fly zones over Serbia. At one point they deliberately
dropped the helicopter straight down the side of a mountain and we were in
freefall for about six seconds. When we eventually landed at one of the base
camps I took the pilot aside and said I would murder him if he did it again,
provided we survived, of course.




Later than night,
during our show, I singled out the pilot and ripped him a new one. I tortured
him for five minutes while the audience howled. 
When I finally got back to the barracks I found a sticky note on my
door. It read, “Thank you, you made my day” and was signed “A soldier.”




It’s my most prized
possession.




The comedy low I
blame on my business partner, Leslie Norris. We toured the US for eight
years doing our standup show, Single,
Married & Divorced. There were three of us but the third girl always
varied, depending on who was available. In one town, the third girl missed her
flight and wouldn’t arrive until the next day so Leslie and I had to do the
show alone. The first five minutes we sang and did sketch comedy. I’m not a
great singer. People hire me to sing but seriously, don’t. Leslie is a great singer. She came in second in
Star Search and with her talent as a
singer, was first runner-up in two Miss America state pageants.




So in the town with
no third girl, we sang one of the opening songs, just the two of us. There was
a complicated note at the end and when it came time for that note, Leslie
stopped singing. On purpose. I was so
off-key public schools removed their music programs and Broadway went dark for
a week.




4) I
can't ask the dinner party question, because you've already been at dinner
parties attended by some of the most hilarious, fascinating people ever. So
name four people you wouldn't mind being trapped in an elevator with.




Bill Clinton, Cher, the un-dead Elvis, and MacGyver, so
we could get out of that elevator.



5) What's
your favorite recipe?




My mom is a world
class cook and baker. I grew up eating cheese soufflés, chocolate éclairs,
artichoke hearts, Orzo, and her amazing Baked Alaska. I never had a hotdog
until I went away to college.




For years I ordered
Baked Alaska in every restaurant that offered it, only to be disappointed that they
didn’t put ice cream in it. Then I would ask a waiter in the next restaurant if
theirs had ice cream in it and he would reply, yes, theirs did. And it would show
up like all the ones before it, with a side of ice cream. Eventually I stopped
ordering it. I have no idea how to make it. And even if I did, I’m sure it
would be a colossal failure and I’d have to serve it with a side of ice cream.  Sorry Mom.




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Isn't she awesome? (Thanks, Suzy!) Before you go, you should visit Suzy's blog, follow Suzy on Twitter, and Like her Facebook fan page. And don't forget to leave a comment (your favorite recipe?) to enter to win an autographed copy of her book, which is fabulous!
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