I wake up in bed, a naked Ross beside me. Memories of last nights furious passion rush through my head as we smile, lovingly, at each other.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t secretly been holding out for this for years.
Ten years of unrecognised sexual tension. Finally expunged in one night of rampant lust.
But what if we want more? Is this a goodbye? Or the start of something glorious?
I think of all the different ways my life could have gone. But this is it. This is how things have ended up.
How did we get here?
“The One Where I Make Love to Ross”
A little while earlier:
We rush to the hospital, my six Friends and me. Erica in tow, a heavily pregnant lady, about to give birth.
I have a vague recollection of around the time I left school. Me and, long gone, school-friends sitting in a field. On the cusp of adulthood. Discussing the events of today. Wondering what our lives would hold? Would it be like the story we’d all just finished watching? Or something else?
But there’s no time for that. We’re in hospital now, and no Doctor Drake Ramoray in sight. Just regular old Joey Tribbiani.
The other Friends leave to get a drink and I’m left alone with Anna Faris. Hah, I wish… No, Chandler’s with us too. Terrified of making awkward small talk with the woman who’s about to birth his child.
As he stutters and stumbles, I can’t help but be flooded with the memories of the births of my children. The excitement, the pandemic. The breakdown. Lying on the floor trying to sleep after we were told it’d be a good few hours until the moment came to push. Drifting in and out of consciousness, imagining the sounds of a nearby room, a crashcart being deployed, the beep beep beep beeeeeeeep.
Did that really happen or was it in my head? My greatest fears manifesting. Losing my wife.
And later, the child being handed to me, and my wife being rushed off for a blood transfusion. Oh no, it’s happening. My greatest fears, manifesting.
In that moment, it felt like I might never see her again. And I was left alone with the new infant. Each as helpless as the other.
A far cry from what is now happening in the sheen of New York. Laughing and joking, five minutes of pushing and you’re done. Nothing like our experience at all.
But we got through it, together.
Onto the second time. The car catching fire on the way to the hospital. The friendly Doctor who stopped to drive my wife and child onto the hospital. As I was left alone, once again, fearing for the safety of them both in a moment of crisis.
And onto another memory. The time we got our first pets.
The chick and duck.
No wait, that wasn’t us…
My confusion subsides, Chandlonica are back, and finally ready to embrace their new child.
Or, as it turns out, children! Yes, Erica’s had surprise twins!! And what is she gonna do now? Split them up? Give one to the King? As Monica suggests. (Hey… how’d she know there’s a King?)
But there you go. They get one of each. Just like me and my wife. And now a happier memory. The moment our second came out, turning to her and affirming “this WAS a good idea”. And we loved each other so much in that moment. Can we reach that again? Will she still want to?
They name the children. Erica and Jack. Wow. Thanks guys. After all we’ve been through and you name the boy after your dad instead of me??
Shattered, we return to the flat, but there’s a little surprise… Joey has got a new Chick and Duck! And we FINALLY find out what happened to the old ones! Safe and happy on a farm. Another happy ending… (lets not tell Joey where they really are…)
Ross comes in, that big smile on his face. And confesses to everything. Him and Rachel, last night in the bed, falling into each others arms and… wait, I thought that was me!?
Hah. No, of course not. It has to be them, it’s always been them. Just like it’s always been me and my wife.
I was reading recently about a famous conceptual artist (if you’ll please indulge me a little while longer). She and another artist spent a decade as lovers, and collaborators, exploring the difference between man and woman. Blurring the lines between each other and doing work aimed at closing the gap between them. As their relationship came to an end, they desperately tried to orchestrate the perfect goodbye.
Each walked the length of the Great Wall of China, one from either end, and when they met in the middle, they embraced and said goodbye, and that was it. They would never meet again. Will my journey home feel like that?? A huge long trek, only to say goodbye?
Oh God I can’t face it. I’m going to stay here. Ross is hoping Rachel will do the same. But she lets him down.
“Last night, felt like the perfect way to say Goodbye.”
Perfect way to say goodbye?? How can you say that?! You’ve loved each other for ten years. You’ve got a damn child together! You’re his bloody LOBSTER for god sake. You’re really saying you’re gona give up all that just to chase some job on a different continent?? Are you an idiot.
Rachel heads to the airport, and I finally see myself. Turning my back on my wife and children, for the sake of an impossible dream.
What a fool I’ve been. And now it’s too late. With all the drama in the hospital, and Rachel and Ross, I’ll never make my flight in time.
Ross is feeling similarly dejected. But, as always, our Friends rally round us.
Joey: Hey, maybe it's for the best.
Ross and me: Yeah?
Phoebe: But now Rachel and, (I’m sorry what was your wife called?) will never know how they feel!
Joey: Maybe that's okay. You know? Maybe, maybe it is better this way? I mean, now, now you can move on. I mean, you've been trying to for so long, maybe now that you're on different continents. Maybe now you can actually do it. You know? You can finally get over it.
Ross and me: Yeah, that's true. Except we don't wanna get over it.
Joey: What?
Ross and me: We don't! We wanna be with them.
Joey: Really?
Ross and Me: Yeah, we’re gonna go after them.
Joey: Yeah, you are!
Phoebe: Woo!
Joey: But, what do you, what do you think they’re going to say?
Ross and me: Who knows, but.. Look, even if they shoot us down, at least we won't spend the rest of our life wondering what would have happened.
Phoebe: My cab's downstairs! I'll drive you to the airport.
We hotfoot it to the cab. Briefly stopping to yell at a passerby who tries to jump in the back. Idiot. Can’t he see I’m already sitting in the back seat??
We head off, as I wonder. Will our big declaration of love work? Do those ever work? Surely, only in the movies.
Back in the flat, Joey is talking about a sci-fi movie he was gonna be in that got cancelled. Hey, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that…
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t secretly been holding out for this for years.
Ten years of unrecognised sexual tension. Finally expunged in one night of rampant lust.
But what if we want more? Is this a goodbye? Or the start of something glorious?
I think of all the different ways my life could have gone. But this is it. This is how things have ended up.
How did we get here?
“The One Where I Make Love to Ross”
A little while earlier:
We rush to the hospital, my six Friends and me. Erica in tow, a heavily pregnant lady, about to give birth.
I have a vague recollection of around the time I left school. Me and, long gone, school-friends sitting in a field. On the cusp of adulthood. Discussing the events of today. Wondering what our lives would hold? Would it be like the story we’d all just finished watching? Or something else?
But there’s no time for that. We’re in hospital now, and no Doctor Drake Ramoray in sight. Just regular old Joey Tribbiani.
The other Friends leave to get a drink and I’m left alone with Anna Faris. Hah, I wish… No, Chandler’s with us too. Terrified of making awkward small talk with the woman who’s about to birth his child.
As he stutters and stumbles, I can’t help but be flooded with the memories of the births of my children. The excitement, the pandemic. The breakdown. Lying on the floor trying to sleep after we were told it’d be a good few hours until the moment came to push. Drifting in and out of consciousness, imagining the sounds of a nearby room, a crashcart being deployed, the beep beep beep beeeeeeeep.
Did that really happen or was it in my head? My greatest fears manifesting. Losing my wife.
And later, the child being handed to me, and my wife being rushed off for a blood transfusion. Oh no, it’s happening. My greatest fears, manifesting.
In that moment, it felt like I might never see her again. And I was left alone with the new infant. Each as helpless as the other.
A far cry from what is now happening in the sheen of New York. Laughing and joking, five minutes of pushing and you’re done. Nothing like our experience at all.
But we got through it, together.
Onto the second time. The car catching fire on the way to the hospital. The friendly Doctor who stopped to drive my wife and child onto the hospital. As I was left alone, once again, fearing for the safety of them both in a moment of crisis.
And onto another memory. The time we got our first pets.
The chick and duck.
No wait, that wasn’t us…
My confusion subsides, Chandlonica are back, and finally ready to embrace their new child.
Or, as it turns out, children! Yes, Erica’s had surprise twins!! And what is she gonna do now? Split them up? Give one to the King? As Monica suggests. (Hey… how’d she know there’s a King?)
But there you go. They get one of each. Just like me and my wife. And now a happier memory. The moment our second came out, turning to her and affirming “this WAS a good idea”. And we loved each other so much in that moment. Can we reach that again? Will she still want to?
They name the children. Erica and Jack. Wow. Thanks guys. After all we’ve been through and you name the boy after your dad instead of me??
Shattered, we return to the flat, but there’s a little surprise… Joey has got a new Chick and Duck! And we FINALLY find out what happened to the old ones! Safe and happy on a farm. Another happy ending… (lets not tell Joey where they really are…)
Ross comes in, that big smile on his face. And confesses to everything. Him and Rachel, last night in the bed, falling into each others arms and… wait, I thought that was me!?
Hah. No, of course not. It has to be them, it’s always been them. Just like it’s always been me and my wife.
I was reading recently about a famous conceptual artist (if you’ll please indulge me a little while longer). She and another artist spent a decade as lovers, and collaborators, exploring the difference between man and woman. Blurring the lines between each other and doing work aimed at closing the gap between them. As their relationship came to an end, they desperately tried to orchestrate the perfect goodbye.
Each walked the length of the Great Wall of China, one from either end, and when they met in the middle, they embraced and said goodbye, and that was it. They would never meet again. Will my journey home feel like that?? A huge long trek, only to say goodbye?
Oh God I can’t face it. I’m going to stay here. Ross is hoping Rachel will do the same. But she lets him down.
“Last night, felt like the perfect way to say Goodbye.”
Perfect way to say goodbye?? How can you say that?! You’ve loved each other for ten years. You’ve got a damn child together! You’re his bloody LOBSTER for god sake. You’re really saying you’re gona give up all that just to chase some job on a different continent?? Are you an idiot.
Rachel heads to the airport, and I finally see myself. Turning my back on my wife and children, for the sake of an impossible dream.
What a fool I’ve been. And now it’s too late. With all the drama in the hospital, and Rachel and Ross, I’ll never make my flight in time.
Ross is feeling similarly dejected. But, as always, our Friends rally round us.
Joey: Hey, maybe it's for the best.
Ross and me: Yeah?
Phoebe: But now Rachel and, (I’m sorry what was your wife called?) will never know how they feel!
Joey: Maybe that's okay. You know? Maybe, maybe it is better this way? I mean, now, now you can move on. I mean, you've been trying to for so long, maybe now that you're on different continents. Maybe now you can actually do it. You know? You can finally get over it.
Ross and me: Yeah, that's true. Except we don't wanna get over it.
Joey: What?
Ross and me: We don't! We wanna be with them.
Joey: Really?
Ross and Me: Yeah, we’re gonna go after them.
Joey: Yeah, you are!
Phoebe: Woo!
Joey: But, what do you, what do you think they’re going to say?
Ross and me: Who knows, but.. Look, even if they shoot us down, at least we won't spend the rest of our life wondering what would have happened.
Phoebe: My cab's downstairs! I'll drive you to the airport.
We hotfoot it to the cab. Briefly stopping to yell at a passerby who tries to jump in the back. Idiot. Can’t he see I’m already sitting in the back seat??
We head off, as I wonder. Will our big declaration of love work? Do those ever work? Surely, only in the movies.
Back in the flat, Joey is talking about a sci-fi movie he was gonna be in that got cancelled. Hey, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that…
The only thing lost right now is the Chick and Duck... stuck in the foosball table.
Ah, shit. They’re gona have to break it. What is this table? Some kind of METAPHOR for GROWING UP. The transition to parenthood and real adulthood, is it? Is THAT was this has all been about.
Monica gleefully breaks open the table and the birds are saved. Joey agrees to keep them and hey, maybe he’ll get a goose! Dream on Joey. Dream on. The boys hug one final time. Oh, is that it? Is this why I always hug my friends? Is this why I feel no embarrassment at telling them how much they mean to me? And yet, why do I always struggle to do the same with my wife.
Back in the cab, we’re risking life and limb as we dash to the airport. Hey, this reminds me of Rachel rushing to the airport all those years ago! Only to be greeted by Julie. Shit. What if my wifes met someone else?
Phoebe calls Rachel on her cellphone.
I decide not to do the same, given the time difference, the last thing I want is to try and attempt reconciliation when she’s sleeping after a hard day looking after the kids.
Ross feels a similar worry about timing, he can’t tell Rachel everything over the phone. Phoebe digs deep and causes a bomb scare. Or, a phalange scare… Yelling down the phone, that Rachel should get off as she’s got a really bad feeling there’s something wrong with the phalange. The passengers mutiny and stop the plane from taking off, despite the protestations of the cabin crew.
“THIS PLANE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A PHALANGE”
By the time we finally get to the airport, the passengers have been re-assured and are boarding again. Ross catches up to Rachel. Time for his big moment.
He tells her everything, begs her to stay.
Aaaaaand, Rachel and I get on the plane.
Ross stands alone, and distraught.
“I really thought she’d stay.”
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
I sit on the plane, alone in quiet contemplation. Things ahead and behind.
It goes quickly. Quicker once I give up on thinking the same things over and over and switch on an in-flight movie.
You know. The reason I love film and TV so much is because it teaches us things about ourselves. And the main thing this has all taught me, is that I watch too much TV.
Maybe, recognising that will help? We can rekindle things if we spend less time arguing over which show to watch, and more time doing things that aren’t watching TV.
It’ll probably help that I won’t have to spend two hours every fortnight writing a blog anymore… I guess we all make our own albatrosses.
I arrive home, and am greeted by the best family hug ever. God I’ve missed them so much! Later, after dinner, we talk about everything away from the kids.
She’s obviously happy I’m back so soon, but still angry I left.
“I’m done now” I say.
Her: “With us??”
“No, of course not! Why do you think I’m back? Oh shit, I better ring up New York & tell them I’m not coming back… That is, if you still want me back?”
“All I’ve EVER wanted is for you to just be here. Like me. A part of this family when it needs you, carrying an equal load.”
We embrace. And… that’s what I want? With all the sacrifice it entails?
Fire has always followed us. Of all the natural disasters, it’s definitely the one that’s happened in real life much more than I would have thought. There was the time my wife came home to our flat to find she’d accidentally left the hob on our tabletop oven on and set a cupboard on fire. The car on the way to the hospital. The time Mr Treeger broke down the door with a fire axe.
After our reunion, I went to the bathroom. What can I say. It’d been a long flight… and airplane food isn’t nearly as bad as it used to be. Suddenly I heard my wife screaming:
“GET THE KIDS OUT THE HOUSE, NOW!!”
What?? I thought she wanted me back? She can’t be leaving now, after all the effort I’ve made to come back early.
“THE NEIGHBOURS HOUSE IS ON FIRE”
Briefly staring at the toilet paper in my hand, I had to make a decision I’m not proud of. Do I get my laptop first, or the kids?
No. The decision was obvious. I hitched my trousers up without wiping, and rounded everyone up. We got out to see smoke billowing out of the neighbours. (Their house, not out of them). Oh my god! We’re going to lose everything…
Quietly terrified, I managed to ward off the panic as we stood outside the front of the house. This was the moment, to step up like the man I was, and be brave for the kids. This was no time to shit my pants. Although, in a way, I already had…
Six fire engines came, one to put out the fire, five to clap, and the real men began sorting it out.
It was over in about an hour. The fire out before it even spread to our house. To be honest, I think the kids quite enjoyed it. It’s remarkable, the resilience of kids. They’ll never know how close they were to losing everything. But the next generation will be OK. Come what may.
When we were let back inside, I looked at the pictures on the wall. All the happy memories. The times I had been there, the times I hadn’t. This really is my home. My family, the life I’ve built the last ten years. Of course this is where I’d want to be.
It’s funny. For a long time, I’ve felt like I was waiting to find out what the story would actually be. And it turns out it’s been happening the whole time. I suppose life is a lot like that. No-one told me it was gona be this way.
I turned to my wife “ya know, I’m thinking I might put a stop to my comedy dreams.”
“Oh no, you can’t do that. Just, maybe a little closer to home.”
“I dunno, I just feel like it might be approaching time?”
“Oh don’t worry. I’ll TELL YOU when it’s time.”
God I love her. We kiss and I swear I hear applause somewhere.
“I love you.” I say “Wow, it really is the end of an era isn’t it”?
“Yerh. The Stupid Era.”
I think the new one will be good. We’ve got a lovely family, we’re lucky enough to be close to a lot of our extended family (yes, even my sister…), and I just found out Me Number 2 and their family are about to move to our town! Finally some more real live friends nearby!! We’ve even made some great new friends through our daughter's best mate at school.
I think they said their names were Chandler and Monica. But I may have misheard.
Back in New York, the real Chandler and Monica are emptying up.
Ross is waiting in his apartment. Aaaaand RACHEL GOT OFF THE PLANE!!
Look at that. Both of us putting aside our dreams for true love.
I guess we’re not so different. You and I.
The Friends gather one last time in Monica’s apartment. “It was a happy place, filled with love and laughter”. I think of our houses. And even our first terrible flat where it all started. I was saying before how nice it is our new house doesn’t have the baggage of the old. Yet now, I only have fond memories of that place too.
“Rachel: (crying) Do you guys have to go to the new house right away, or do you have some time?
Monica: We got some time.
Rachel: Okay, should we get some coffee?
Chandler: Sure. Where?”
Goodbye, My Friends.
Who knows, maybe we will meet again? You can try and orchestrate the perfect goodbye, but it doesn’t always go the way you expect:
Ah, shit. They’re gona have to break it. What is this table? Some kind of METAPHOR for GROWING UP. The transition to parenthood and real adulthood, is it? Is THAT was this has all been about.
Monica gleefully breaks open the table and the birds are saved. Joey agrees to keep them and hey, maybe he’ll get a goose! Dream on Joey. Dream on. The boys hug one final time. Oh, is that it? Is this why I always hug my friends? Is this why I feel no embarrassment at telling them how much they mean to me? And yet, why do I always struggle to do the same with my wife.
Back in the cab, we’re risking life and limb as we dash to the airport. Hey, this reminds me of Rachel rushing to the airport all those years ago! Only to be greeted by Julie. Shit. What if my wifes met someone else?
Phoebe calls Rachel on her cellphone.
I decide not to do the same, given the time difference, the last thing I want is to try and attempt reconciliation when she’s sleeping after a hard day looking after the kids.
Ross feels a similar worry about timing, he can’t tell Rachel everything over the phone. Phoebe digs deep and causes a bomb scare. Or, a phalange scare… Yelling down the phone, that Rachel should get off as she’s got a really bad feeling there’s something wrong with the phalange. The passengers mutiny and stop the plane from taking off, despite the protestations of the cabin crew.
“THIS PLANE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A PHALANGE”
By the time we finally get to the airport, the passengers have been re-assured and are boarding again. Ross catches up to Rachel. Time for his big moment.
He tells her everything, begs her to stay.
Aaaaaand, Rachel and I get on the plane.
Ross stands alone, and distraught.
“I really thought she’d stay.”
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
I sit on the plane, alone in quiet contemplation. Things ahead and behind.
It goes quickly. Quicker once I give up on thinking the same things over and over and switch on an in-flight movie.
You know. The reason I love film and TV so much is because it teaches us things about ourselves. And the main thing this has all taught me, is that I watch too much TV.
Maybe, recognising that will help? We can rekindle things if we spend less time arguing over which show to watch, and more time doing things that aren’t watching TV.
It’ll probably help that I won’t have to spend two hours every fortnight writing a blog anymore… I guess we all make our own albatrosses.
I arrive home, and am greeted by the best family hug ever. God I’ve missed them so much! Later, after dinner, we talk about everything away from the kids.
She’s obviously happy I’m back so soon, but still angry I left.
“I’m done now” I say.
Her: “With us??”
“No, of course not! Why do you think I’m back? Oh shit, I better ring up New York & tell them I’m not coming back… That is, if you still want me back?”
“All I’ve EVER wanted is for you to just be here. Like me. A part of this family when it needs you, carrying an equal load.”
We embrace. And… that’s what I want? With all the sacrifice it entails?
Fire has always followed us. Of all the natural disasters, it’s definitely the one that’s happened in real life much more than I would have thought. There was the time my wife came home to our flat to find she’d accidentally left the hob on our tabletop oven on and set a cupboard on fire. The car on the way to the hospital. The time Mr Treeger broke down the door with a fire axe.
After our reunion, I went to the bathroom. What can I say. It’d been a long flight… and airplane food isn’t nearly as bad as it used to be. Suddenly I heard my wife screaming:
“GET THE KIDS OUT THE HOUSE, NOW!!”
What?? I thought she wanted me back? She can’t be leaving now, after all the effort I’ve made to come back early.
“THE NEIGHBOURS HOUSE IS ON FIRE”
Briefly staring at the toilet paper in my hand, I had to make a decision I’m not proud of. Do I get my laptop first, or the kids?
No. The decision was obvious. I hitched my trousers up without wiping, and rounded everyone up. We got out to see smoke billowing out of the neighbours. (Their house, not out of them). Oh my god! We’re going to lose everything…
Quietly terrified, I managed to ward off the panic as we stood outside the front of the house. This was the moment, to step up like the man I was, and be brave for the kids. This was no time to shit my pants. Although, in a way, I already had…
Six fire engines came, one to put out the fire, five to clap, and the real men began sorting it out.
It was over in about an hour. The fire out before it even spread to our house. To be honest, I think the kids quite enjoyed it. It’s remarkable, the resilience of kids. They’ll never know how close they were to losing everything. But the next generation will be OK. Come what may.
When we were let back inside, I looked at the pictures on the wall. All the happy memories. The times I had been there, the times I hadn’t. This really is my home. My family, the life I’ve built the last ten years. Of course this is where I’d want to be.
It’s funny. For a long time, I’ve felt like I was waiting to find out what the story would actually be. And it turns out it’s been happening the whole time. I suppose life is a lot like that. No-one told me it was gona be this way.
I turned to my wife “ya know, I’m thinking I might put a stop to my comedy dreams.”
“Oh no, you can’t do that. Just, maybe a little closer to home.”
“I dunno, I just feel like it might be approaching time?”
“Oh don’t worry. I’ll TELL YOU when it’s time.”
God I love her. We kiss and I swear I hear applause somewhere.
“I love you.” I say “Wow, it really is the end of an era isn’t it”?
“Yerh. The Stupid Era.”
I think the new one will be good. We’ve got a lovely family, we’re lucky enough to be close to a lot of our extended family (yes, even my sister…), and I just found out Me Number 2 and their family are about to move to our town! Finally some more real live friends nearby!! We’ve even made some great new friends through our daughter's best mate at school.
I think they said their names were Chandler and Monica. But I may have misheard.
Back in New York, the real Chandler and Monica are emptying up.
Ross is waiting in his apartment. Aaaaand RACHEL GOT OFF THE PLANE!!
Look at that. Both of us putting aside our dreams for true love.
I guess we’re not so different. You and I.
The Friends gather one last time in Monica’s apartment. “It was a happy place, filled with love and laughter”. I think of our houses. And even our first terrible flat where it all started. I was saying before how nice it is our new house doesn’t have the baggage of the old. Yet now, I only have fond memories of that place too.
“Rachel: (crying) Do you guys have to go to the new house right away, or do you have some time?
Monica: We got some time.
Rachel: Okay, should we get some coffee?
Chandler: Sure. Where?”
Goodbye, My Friends.
Who knows, maybe we will meet again? You can try and orchestrate the perfect goodbye, but it doesn’t always go the way you expect:
Later, I am in the pub with Chandler Number One, Monica Number 2, Joey Number 4, and Doctor Phalange. Joey Number 4 has just finished telling us about finally living up to his namesake by digging a massive hole, and the conversation turns to the ridiculous thing I’ve done for the last ten years. I talk about how some friends have come and gone in that time.
Chandler Number One: “I suppose it is quite unrealistic to be with the same friends that whole time.”
Me: “Well, actually no. We’re still friends. You were all there the first time I even told anyone my idea.”
Monica Number 2: “We were?”
Me: “Yes. You said it was stupid.”
Before I can argue that point further, Doctor Phalange asks which character she was. And is slightly annoyed to find it’s not a main character. Hey, we can’t all be the main character! And maybe that’s OK.
Just look at all the joy Gunther brought.
Monica Number 2: “Go on then. Tell us.”
Me: “Tell you what?”
Chandler Number One: “What’s this sitcom you’ve been writing in New York!”
Me: “Oh THAT. It’s not much. I don’t think it’s really gonna go anywhere to be honest. But if you want to watch
It’s called ‘Joey’”
Chandler Number One: “I suppose it is quite unrealistic to be with the same friends that whole time.”
Me: “Well, actually no. We’re still friends. You were all there the first time I even told anyone my idea.”
Monica Number 2: “We were?”
Me: “Yes. You said it was stupid.”
Before I can argue that point further, Doctor Phalange asks which character she was. And is slightly annoyed to find it’s not a main character. Hey, we can’t all be the main character! And maybe that’s OK.
Just look at all the joy Gunther brought.
Monica Number 2: “Go on then. Tell us.”
Me: “Tell you what?”
Chandler Number One: “What’s this sitcom you’ve been writing in New York!”
Me: “Oh THAT. It’s not much. I don’t think it’s really gonna go anywhere to be honest. But if you want to watch
It’s called ‘Joey’”
