And just like that…
I’ve left New York™
And no I didn’t have any Sex in the City™ (I didn’t bang a cosmopolitan drinker, though I did drink a banging Cosmopolitan).
It’s a bit annoying to be heading off right as my American friends are settling in after Barbados. After so many years following their goings on I’d really like to meet them.
And I’m missing all the drama too! As Ross catches Rachel and Joey about to finally have sex.
I mean. I’m pretty sure they’ve done it before. Just not with each other…
Imagine you’re in Ross’s position for a second. You find your best friends making out with your first crush/ex/third wife/baby mama. You probably would react a little strange, but it’s fair to say he goes full on Sheldon.
And still, he could be worse:
I’ve left New York™
And no I didn’t have any Sex in the City™ (I didn’t bang a cosmopolitan drinker, though I did drink a banging Cosmopolitan).
It’s a bit annoying to be heading off right as my American friends are settling in after Barbados. After so many years following their goings on I’d really like to meet them.
And I’m missing all the drama too! As Ross catches Rachel and Joey about to finally have sex.
I mean. I’m pretty sure they’ve done it before. Just not with each other…
Imagine you’re in Ross’s position for a second. You find your best friends making out with your first crush/ex/third wife/baby mama. You probably would react a little strange, but it’s fair to say he goes full on Sheldon.
And still, he could be worse:
Hang on, I’m boarding my flight now. I’ll have to finish catching up once I’m home.
“The One With the Cocktails”
Ok, thanks to the magic of the subheading, I am home. WIth only the memories of hanging around with my new writer friends, sharing our love of sitcoms, and, perhaps, a few too many cosmopolitans. When in Rome…
But now I am not in Rome, and forced to grapple again with the vagaries of parenthood. What do you know, I’m not the only one!
“The One With the Cocktails”
Ok, thanks to the magic of the subheading, I am home. WIth only the memories of hanging around with my new writer friends, sharing our love of sitcoms, and, perhaps, a few too many cosmopolitans. When in Rome…
But now I am not in Rome, and forced to grapple again with the vagaries of parenthood. What do you know, I’m not the only one!
Oh my god. I can’t believe how big they are, I’m a little overcome with emotion. Five years, gone in a flash. It feels like only yesterday Phoebe was handing them over, as I set myself up on the road to parenthood too. I guess I must have thought “if Frank can do it, so can I”.
We’ve been feeling time slipping away a lot lately. As our eldest suddenly seems huge, and the youngest now speaks in full sentences. It doesn’t help that lack of sleep stops the formation of memories. (Along with my rampant phone addiction.)
Frank’s had it much worse than me, as he rasps “I haven’t slept in four years…” It’s so bad he’s asking Phoebe to take one off his hands! A little insensitive to the loss she must have felt these past five years… Though, strangely, she never seems to mention that.
If Frank’s so desperate, why doesn’t he just give one to Mondler? They’re still looking to adopt. But not little Chandler. I don’t think real Chandler would cope very well with raising a girl with his name.
I’m not sure he’s actually that ready for parenthood anyway, after he responds to Phoebe talking about Frank with “everytime you say triplets I think of three blonde nineteen year olds.”
Ew.
At least it wasn’t “I think of nineteen blonde three year olds.”
Chanica are heading further down their adoption route, getting some advice from one of Phoebe’s mates who adopted. It’s going well, until Chandler accidentally lets slip to the kid that he’s adopted!
We’ve been feeling time slipping away a lot lately. As our eldest suddenly seems huge, and the youngest now speaks in full sentences. It doesn’t help that lack of sleep stops the formation of memories. (Along with my rampant phone addiction.)
Frank’s had it much worse than me, as he rasps “I haven’t slept in four years…” It’s so bad he’s asking Phoebe to take one off his hands! A little insensitive to the loss she must have felt these past five years… Though, strangely, she never seems to mention that.
If Frank’s so desperate, why doesn’t he just give one to Mondler? They’re still looking to adopt. But not little Chandler. I don’t think real Chandler would cope very well with raising a girl with his name.
I’m not sure he’s actually that ready for parenthood anyway, after he responds to Phoebe talking about Frank with “everytime you say triplets I think of three blonde nineteen year olds.”
Ew.
At least it wasn’t “I think of nineteen blonde three year olds.”
Chanica are heading further down their adoption route, getting some advice from one of Phoebe’s mates who adopted. It’s going well, until Chandler accidentally lets slip to the kid that he’s adopted!
Yerh, no shit. His real parents are these guys.
Eh, I’m sure knowing he’s adopted won’t do him any harm. Before you know it, he’ll be all grown up and married to a pop star.
Back at home, I’ve been sharing my newfound cocktail expertise. And, strangely, so has Ross. To show everyone just how FINE he is, he arranges a double date for Rachel and Ross Joey, and Charlie. It feels like the latter is rapidly being sidelined...
She suggests Ross may be an alcoholic, after he goes nuts and drinks one too many MarghaRITa’s. Doesn’t she know that JOEY’s the one with the drinking problem!? God. Doesn’t anyone read this…
Ross goes so weird it ruins the whole evening, and puts the breakers on Joey and Rachel.
Meh. He’d get over it eventually. I’m still team Joey here.
The next day they have a, hungover, heart to heart.
“We haven’t been a couple in like, six years”
Yerh. No shit.
“Maybe it’s time we all moved on”
We can only hope…
And, (just like that), he gives his blessing to Joey.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
I got a spiky response from Rachel Number 1 to last weeks entry. After they noticed I accidentally posted their REAL name!! Hrrm, I guess some people are still reading…
I quickly fixed it, and sent my apologies, wishing them well for their time in France.
Don’t know what came over me, normally I’m really on it when it comes to reality. I’m gona blame it on the jetlag.
Back at home, I’ve been sharing my newfound cocktail expertise. And, strangely, so has Ross. To show everyone just how FINE he is, he arranges a double date for Rachel and Ross Joey, and Charlie. It feels like the latter is rapidly being sidelined...
She suggests Ross may be an alcoholic, after he goes nuts and drinks one too many MarghaRITa’s. Doesn’t she know that JOEY’s the one with the drinking problem!? God. Doesn’t anyone read this…
Ross goes so weird it ruins the whole evening, and puts the breakers on Joey and Rachel.
Meh. He’d get over it eventually. I’m still team Joey here.
The next day they have a, hungover, heart to heart.
“We haven’t been a couple in like, six years”
Yerh. No shit.
“Maybe it’s time we all moved on”
We can only hope…
And, (just like that), he gives his blessing to Joey.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
I got a spiky response from Rachel Number 1 to last weeks entry. After they noticed I accidentally posted their REAL name!! Hrrm, I guess some people are still reading…
I quickly fixed it, and sent my apologies, wishing them well for their time in France.
Don’t know what came over me, normally I’m really on it when it comes to reality. I’m gona blame it on the jetlag.
