You wait for ONE life changing moment and then they all happen at once…
You WAIT for ONE life changing moment…
You wait for one LIFE CHANGING MOMENT…
LIFE CHANGING MOMENT…
Ok, shit. We’ve got another one. Not content with moving job and moving house. We thought we’d put on a bit more pressure. Another baby!
Hey, someone’s gonna have to rebuild the world, and it definitely ain’t gonna be me.
“The One With the Big News Part 2”
All I really want to do is hang out and watch some films. So it’s good the boys have invited me round to watch Die Hard™. Let’s get in the Christmas™ spirit!!
A few days later, you’ll never guess, we found out Joey and Ross fell asleep and had a nap together! Funny stuff (if a little homophobic…). The best bit was Joey wanted another one so kept putting the “nap moves” on Ross. Makes a nice change for Ross to be the victim of a sexual predator.
That’s not the only problematic stuff going down. Monica found out Chandler once dumped an old girlfriend because they got fat over the holidays. Don’t want to sound like an out of touch middle aged man, but we are still allowed to split up with people if we don’t find them attractive anymore right?
I can see where Monica’s coming from, as an ex fat person, worried Chandler will do the same to her in future. But her comparison from her past is way off. Telling someone you don’t want to go out with them because they’re fat is completely different to breaking up with someone because you haven’t seen them for a while and they’ve got fat.
Hang on, I think what Chandler did might actually be worse… Ok Monica, I’ve changed my mind, I’m with you. Let’s make Chandler apologise to this poor lady.
Dear God, this is awkward. Turns out Chandler didn’t actually tell the woman at the time it was because she got fat and now Monica’s accidentally made him do it? I mean, in hindsight, OBVIOUSLY he didn’t tell her that was why he was breaking up with her. He had some tact even as a fifteen year old.
That’s a hell of a question, is it better to lie when you break up with someone to spare their feelings? And live with them hating you for never explaining why. Or is it better to be upfront and honest, as Monica’s best friend was when she asked him out? It’s hard to say which is more damaging. Man, I’m glad I’m not fifteen anymore.
Anyway Monica, I don’t think you need to worry about anything. Chandler would be mad to leave someone who high fives him when they get home.
Monica found out about this lady after she eavesdropped on their convo and wished her good luck marrying Chandler. But what she overheard was much more interesting: who will be the Maid of Honour! Exciting.
They’re trying to arrange a daisy chain, where each person ends doing it for another. It’s a bit risky if you ask me, you never know when someone might get married (especially someone like Phoebe) and what will happen in the interim. Some of my friends and I made a similar arrangement, long ago, before I moved to New York and made all these new friends.
I’m glad Monica didn’t ask me. I don’t know why they’re fighting over it really. Can you imagine being Monica’s Maid of Honour? Sounds like a lot of hard work.
There’s a touch of reality TV about things as they rope the boys in to help decide. I love when my friends play these fun games. Although Rachel is clearly a better choice. It’s nice of Phoebe to recognise this and give it to her in the end.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
I’ve had quite the few weeks. I decided to break out of my months of having chill Saturday’s with my daughter and do something a bit more interesting for the end of year.
Of course, being me, doing something interesting means going to a museum.
Don’t judge me.
Last Saturday we set off down the motorway, and all was going fine until I hit a rock the size of someone’s head and my tyre deflated quicker than an inflatable sheep at a [insert xenophobic stereotype here] stag do.
I reacted instantly, as only someone who’s spent the last eighteen months in a constant state of anxiety can do, and got us safely to the hard shoulder. And we waited for a real man to come help us. Eating lunch and watching the cars go by.
Not quite the fun day out I had in mind, but she probably coped with it better than I did.
We tried again this week, deciding to play things safe with the train. My daughter excitedly saying “Choo Choo” all morning. We walked down, she saw the station: “Choo Choo!” Man, I am a great dad. They should give me an award or something. I bought a ticket and went in aaaaaaaand all the trains were cancelled.
Great. Guess we’re going to the local park again this week. And now my little baby will either think I lied to her, that train doesn’t mean what she thinks it does, or that her dad’s a complete idiot who doesn’t know what a train even is.
Why do I even bother? I daren’t try again next week as it’ll be a sure fire way of ensuring another lockdown.