After just three months of planning, (but ten years of waiting) here we are… Phoebe’s wedding!
And what a catch she’s found, in the form of Paul Rudd.
She wants something simple, yet has ended up with the world’s sexiest man.
And what a catch she’s found, in the form of Paul Rudd.
She wants something simple, yet has ended up with the world’s sexiest man.
Tell me I’m wrong.
With only three months of planning. It’s no great surprise things go tits up. Even with a commanding Monica at the helm.
Without giving much notice, Phoebe is upset to find her stepdad can’t make it as he needs day release from prison.
She’s less upset, I imagine, that there is no Ursula. Almost certainly for the best. It’d be terrible for Paul Rudd to accidentally marry the wrong person. Like, say PHOEBE instead of ME.
Despite knowing her all these years, I had no idea Phoebe even had a step-dad, let alone that he was in prison. I wonder what he did…
I myself will also not be able to attend, rather, forced to watch through a window, as I’m currently stuck in a writer’s room working on a new sitcom. Still, at least my in depth knowledge of the form has finally come in use!
But I’m sure all the Friends™ will be there. Whatever the weather.
“The One Where it Snows in New York”
One person who can make it is Phoebe’s, apparently stinky, friend. Hrrm, that makes me miss my own little stinky friends (read: children).
Allegedly, the reason this friend stinks is she’s pledged to not shower until Tibet is free.
(She must really stink by now…)
With her stepfather absent (prison) and real father a piece of shit, Phoebe turns to Joey to be her replacement dad for the wedding. Shit I hope my kids aren’t looking for a replacement dad at home…
Joey gets a little bit too into it and starts being a little aggressive with Paul Rudd, and also weirds out Ruddle’s parents.
I feel it’s a bit off to have Joey be a central part of the wedding and Chandler and Ross not be? But then Phoebe and Joey have always shared a special bond. As the two dumbest Friends™.
And, of all of them, he is the one you know would always have your back! He’s certainly a better choice than Monica, who’s really being awful. She’s changed loads of the wedding without Phoebe’s involvement. Even adding meat back on the menu!
With only three months of planning. It’s no great surprise things go tits up. Even with a commanding Monica at the helm.
Without giving much notice, Phoebe is upset to find her stepdad can’t make it as he needs day release from prison.
She’s less upset, I imagine, that there is no Ursula. Almost certainly for the best. It’d be terrible for Paul Rudd to accidentally marry the wrong person. Like, say PHOEBE instead of ME.
Despite knowing her all these years, I had no idea Phoebe even had a step-dad, let alone that he was in prison. I wonder what he did…
I myself will also not be able to attend, rather, forced to watch through a window, as I’m currently stuck in a writer’s room working on a new sitcom. Still, at least my in depth knowledge of the form has finally come in use!
But I’m sure all the Friends™ will be there. Whatever the weather.
“The One Where it Snows in New York”
One person who can make it is Phoebe’s, apparently stinky, friend. Hrrm, that makes me miss my own little stinky friends (read: children).
Allegedly, the reason this friend stinks is she’s pledged to not shower until Tibet is free.
(She must really stink by now…)
With her stepfather absent (prison) and real father a piece of shit, Phoebe turns to Joey to be her replacement dad for the wedding. Shit I hope my kids aren’t looking for a replacement dad at home…
Joey gets a little bit too into it and starts being a little aggressive with Paul Rudd, and also weirds out Ruddle’s parents.
I feel it’s a bit off to have Joey be a central part of the wedding and Chandler and Ross not be? But then Phoebe and Joey have always shared a special bond. As the two dumbest Friends™.
And, of all of them, he is the one you know would always have your back! He’s certainly a better choice than Monica, who’s really being awful. She’s changed loads of the wedding without Phoebe’s involvement. Even adding meat back on the menu!
I’ve been enjoying eating more meat out here. Even if the street corner hot dogs leave a lot to be desired.
But, with Monica’s lax attitude towards vegetarianism, it’s fair to say if this was my wedding my wife would have fired her by now. And how is she doing? Back in England. I’ve been out here now a month and a half, as she struggles at home. And it’s fair to say things have been getting a little tense.
On a recent phone call she angrily complained I’m out here “living my dream life”. As if it isn’t providing for our family. And cutting me off from all MY mates. At least the kids have her. Who do I have? I’ve barely even got enough money to enjoy being in the city. Stuck renting, rather than owning property. Even if I’m free to spend time with whoever I choose, it’s not like I don’t still have responsibilities too. I admit it is satisfying working on my “art”. But at what cost?
*Sigh* anyway… Rehearsal dinners are so weird aren’t they? Do they do the same speech twice? Surely that spoils the surprise? Or do they have to write a fake speech too? It’s hard enough writing one!
It’s crazy that Phoebe chose Monica really. Though she has picked out a very cool ice sculpture.
Sorry, that’s the sort of pun Chandler would make… He’s VERY into Monica’s commanding presence at the “helm”. Even suggesting she wears her headset in bed! But it proves too much for Phoebe who fires her. Only for Monica to, honestly act kind of abusive, as Phoebe tries to get things ready on her own, as it all goes to hell and the city gets wrapped in a blizzard!
Fortunately (after a frankly, disgusting, level of gloating) Monica springs back into action to save the day and they decide to take the wedding outside! Which sounds “lovely” and definitely not “incredibly cold”. Never been so glad to be stuck working late in the office… Even if my colleagues are American.
Double fortunately, the snow makes it so that one of the Groomsmen can’t arrive (hooray a job for Ross!) and neither can the Minister, so Joey (who’s still ordained) steps in, and Chandler walks her down the aisle. Yippee!! Everyone’s involved! (How convenient…) Except for yours truly of course. Honestly I’m a little offended.
Even Gunthere’s there! In the front row no less.
I feel like maybe there’s a whole side to his relationship with Phoebe we’ve never seen. They must have spent a lot of time together over the years with her playing guitar in the coffee shop.
They (Phoebe and Paul Rudd) walk down the aisle to a beautiful rendition of “Here, There, and Everywhere” by the Beatles on steel drum. Sort of wish I’d had that at my wedding now... It’s a great choice. Ah well, there’s always round two.
I’m not ashamed to say I shed a tear. And not just for my own, absent, wife.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
It’s understandable my wife is so angry, given she’s not been looking after just two kids, but somehow gained a third!
Well, at least temporarily. It’s not all that dramatic…
The other day she found a child.
Walking back from the shops, she came across a poor lost toddler by the road. Apparently they’d let themselves out and gone to try and take a bus! Every parents worst nightmare. Though I’m pretty sure bus driver’s don’t let unattended toddlers on…
After walking the cold streets for a while she eventually gave up looking for a woman looking for a child, and rang the police. Who managed to sort everything out.
Hrrm, should this be something I’m worried about? Her going round picking up extra kids??
What if I get back and she’s got ten of the fuckers??
But, with Monica’s lax attitude towards vegetarianism, it’s fair to say if this was my wedding my wife would have fired her by now. And how is she doing? Back in England. I’ve been out here now a month and a half, as she struggles at home. And it’s fair to say things have been getting a little tense.
On a recent phone call she angrily complained I’m out here “living my dream life”. As if it isn’t providing for our family. And cutting me off from all MY mates. At least the kids have her. Who do I have? I’ve barely even got enough money to enjoy being in the city. Stuck renting, rather than owning property. Even if I’m free to spend time with whoever I choose, it’s not like I don’t still have responsibilities too. I admit it is satisfying working on my “art”. But at what cost?
*Sigh* anyway… Rehearsal dinners are so weird aren’t they? Do they do the same speech twice? Surely that spoils the surprise? Or do they have to write a fake speech too? It’s hard enough writing one!
It’s crazy that Phoebe chose Monica really. Though she has picked out a very cool ice sculpture.
Sorry, that’s the sort of pun Chandler would make… He’s VERY into Monica’s commanding presence at the “helm”. Even suggesting she wears her headset in bed! But it proves too much for Phoebe who fires her. Only for Monica to, honestly act kind of abusive, as Phoebe tries to get things ready on her own, as it all goes to hell and the city gets wrapped in a blizzard!
Fortunately (after a frankly, disgusting, level of gloating) Monica springs back into action to save the day and they decide to take the wedding outside! Which sounds “lovely” and definitely not “incredibly cold”. Never been so glad to be stuck working late in the office… Even if my colleagues are American.
Double fortunately, the snow makes it so that one of the Groomsmen can’t arrive (hooray a job for Ross!) and neither can the Minister, so Joey (who’s still ordained) steps in, and Chandler walks her down the aisle. Yippee!! Everyone’s involved! (How convenient…) Except for yours truly of course. Honestly I’m a little offended.
Even Gunthere’s there! In the front row no less.
I feel like maybe there’s a whole side to his relationship with Phoebe we’ve never seen. They must have spent a lot of time together over the years with her playing guitar in the coffee shop.
They (Phoebe and Paul Rudd) walk down the aisle to a beautiful rendition of “Here, There, and Everywhere” by the Beatles on steel drum. Sort of wish I’d had that at my wedding now... It’s a great choice. Ah well, there’s always round two.
I’m not ashamed to say I shed a tear. And not just for my own, absent, wife.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
It’s understandable my wife is so angry, given she’s not been looking after just two kids, but somehow gained a third!
Well, at least temporarily. It’s not all that dramatic…
The other day she found a child.
Walking back from the shops, she came across a poor lost toddler by the road. Apparently they’d let themselves out and gone to try and take a bus! Every parents worst nightmare. Though I’m pretty sure bus driver’s don’t let unattended toddlers on…
After walking the cold streets for a while she eventually gave up looking for a woman looking for a child, and rang the police. Who managed to sort everything out.
Hrrm, should this be something I’m worried about? Her going round picking up extra kids??
What if I get back and she’s got ten of the fuckers??
