Isn’t that Christmas/Thanksgiving all over?
Wrap things up in a neat little box, and make everything good.
“The One Where I Wrap Things Up”
As we all know, the true spirit of Christmas™ is fighting, so it’s good the Friends™ are putting me and my wife to shame with their bickering.
Ross is annoyed at Rachel for exchanging gifts. Joey’s still mad at Chandler. And Rachel is having a go at Monica for hitting on sexy Richard’s son. Ew. As fetishes go, eye doctors with the surname “Burke” is a pretty specific one. Thankfully she stops before he gets his head stuck in her Turkey… if you catch my drift. (There’s always next year…)
But it is sad seeing the “Chandler and Joey’s friendship is a bit like a relationship LOL” joke being played straight for once. Even if I love the Italian swearing.
I’m still getting regularly full of “Christmas cheer”, (alcohol) but whatever ennui lead to my drunken outburst has gone. Whether it was money troubles, the emotion of Chandler Number One leaving, or worrying about my family I’m feeling a bit better now. Especially now work’s over!
Like Rachel, I nabbed as much stuff as possible on the way out for Christmas gifts.
Unlike Rachel, in my drunken state, I completely forgot to take my secret Santa to our Christmas party! I was gutted, all week I’ve been terrified of how crap it would be if I forgot.
But I needn’t have worried; it turned out my person forgot theirs too!
We’re as bad as each other…
There’s another thing I shouldn’t have worried about.
Remember all this time I thought my parents were unhappy at my wedding? Big news:
My sister is pregnant!!
Sorry, I should have said sooner, I was hoping something Friends™ related would happen. Like them deciding to call it Ben, or her giving birth and me never spending time with it. But it’s going well; I’ve even seen a picture now. My wife just managed to stop me replying with “Amazing sis, I never thought I’d be so happy to see your insides!”
Anyway, it turns out she left the wedding early with morning sickness, and that’s why my parents were worried. Of course I didn’t notice she’d left at all. But hey, it was the biggest day of my life! I can’t be held responsible for every pregnant woman on the premises.
So I’m feeling a LOT better about that now, if a little silly for thinking it was something to do with me. I have to remember the world does not revolve around me and Friends™. Not even on my wedding day.
All this leaves me with is the problem of how to make things up to my wife. I’ve agreed to try and be less of a self-absorbed bellend. But she’s also surprised me by asking that I stop referring to her as Janice.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
For our works Christmas™ do we went to a club with an ACTUAL BALL-PIT IN IT.
Which was great, until I immediately lost my wedding ring.
Desperately scrabbling through the sea of balls, it didn’t take long for my workmates to notice and help out. We all methodically moved our hands over the grimy bottom of the pit, until my friends cheered! They’d found ANOTHER persons ring.
Tossing it back in the pit we resumed our search.
Only kidding… we tracked them down and they were very grateful, and I was delighted when we found mine shortly after.
Apparently though, I drunkenly suggested they hadn’t been grateful enough, and should buy us all a round of drinks. Before rapidly back-tracking when I realised that would apply to me too.
Merry Christmas everybody!