We’re hardly a minute into the interview when Chelsea Handler yells, “Ow! F---! Oh, that hurt.”
Apparently she was sitting at a desk, crossed her legs and banged her knee.
“Have you ever hit your leg before? Well, that’s what I did!”
She holds the phone to the side and barks to her assistant, “Can you make it cooler in here?”
These are busy (and dangerous) times for the 39-year-old late-night talk-show diva. Her desk is apparently too low. Her show “Chelsea Lately” is coming to an end after eight years on the E! network and she’s jumping ship to Netflix. She’s been out on tour, doing stand-up in support of her latest bestseller, “Uganda Be Kidding Me,” her fifth in a series of boozy, sex-filled memoirs (including “Are You There Vodka? It’s Me Chelsea” and “Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang”) that have sold millions of copies.
It’s an unlikely career path for a bat mitzvah queen who fled New Jersey for Los Angeles to become an actress and got her big break on the stand-up circuit after telling hilarious, real-life stories in a DUI class.
Before Handler drops by for her debut at the Green Music Center on Saturday night, she took a break to chat about her backstage rider contract, rhinestones and Hitler:
Q: When you’re out on tour, how much vodka is included in your contract rider?
A: I don’t have a rider. I’m not Jennifer Lopez. I behave like a responsible adult.
Q: You must have some backstage demands, no?