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5.23 - “The One Where I Watch The One in Vegas Part 1

29/8/2020

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It’s Chandler and Monica’s anniversary!!

And, coincidentally, my 2 year anniversary too!

They’re going to Vegas!
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And we’re staying at home because of the baby.
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I wouldn’t have minded, but we did fuck all last year too. Well, we had plans. Our wedding venue was supposed to give us an anniversary meal as part of our package. And yet they claimed no knowledge of it when we rang up to book a year later. It still smarts to this day…

We do have plans for a nice restaurant. One I very much hope is doing the ‘Eat Out to Help Out’™ scheme. (No, YOU’RE trying to write an original cunnilingus joke.)

If they're not it’s gonna break the bank a bit. Due to the current situation we’re not even doing presents this year. Maybe we should try our luck with the wedding venue again? I imagine they’re not overbooked.

Chandler’s gone all out and forgotten his present on the flight to Vegas. They’re visiting Joey who, of course, is waiting for his film production to start up again. Like most people in that industry at the moment. (Also, here’s a fun fact, Joey’s pin number in this episode spells out his name. And yet he STILL can’t remember it.)

Chandler is also banning Monica from seeing Richard again, after a chance meeting. Which is VERY not cool. If you ask me she should get back at him with a terrible present.

Like another one of his awful ties.
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“The One in Watford Part 1”

As you can probably tell I’m feeling a lot chipper.

I’ve been doing better by focusing on all the little positives, and reading the news less. The lack of caffeine and extra exercise seems to have made a big difference too. Although I did have a cheeky Espresso™ this morning so if you see a madman dressed as a centurion on the news raving about not being as good as Richard you’ll know it’s me.

We had a big talk about everything, how my moods have been making things unpleasant, and how we both just want to enjoy this precious experience whilst it lasts. It feels like our babies already doubled in size! She’ll be riding our cat in no time.

Honestly things have been lovely since then. I’m very lucky to have someone who can point out when I’m being grumpy, I had no idea how much things were getting to me and what a slump I’d let myself fall into.

We still do the odd bit of verbal sparring, but in a fun way again, trying to keep any lockdown annoyances to a minimum. It’s nice seeing Rachel and Ross on their flight doing the same. It seems forever since we’ve seen them together.

It all spurs from Rachel enjoying a bit of alone time, naked in the flat. We’ve all been there; in the kitchen… naked, lighting a candle… naked (and carefully), running through the streets screaming… naked. Hashtag Kony2012.

Like Rachel, our baby loves being naked. I think that’s an “all babies thing”. It can be hard to differentiate between baby things and what is distinctly hers. She seems to be developing her own personality at this point. But when pressed to describe it to our Real Live Friends we realised we were just describing all babies. I suppose as long as I can pick her out of a line-up, that’s the main thing.

We, too, enjoy walking round the house… naked. Although we do wonder at what point she’ll be too old for us to do so. When is it no longer appropriate? Consensus seems to be, once they’re old enough to tell you not to. Our four year old niece has instructed her dad to put a sign on her door: “No Naked, Burping People”. I’m unclear on whether it’s no naked people and no burping people, or if you’re allowed to burp as long as you’re not naked.

You have to be careful walking around the house naked, lest you become an Ugly Naked Guy. And that’s what happens to Rachel and Ross.

Given they spied on Ugly Naked Guy for years, you’d think Rachel would realise Ross would be able to see her! Wait a minute… this means the whole time they were watching Ugly Naked Guy… HE COULD SEE THEM LOOKING AT THEM.

He KNEW. He… Knew…

Real Live Sitcom Moment:

One of the many fun things about babies, is so many minor things can go wrong, that’s it’s never what you’d expect.

For example, we’ve been sick with worry the last week, even speaking to one of my doctor friends (Doctor Phalange), after noticing our baby, much like the British electorate, has developed a preference for only looking right.

Apparently it’s nothing really to worry about, but does mean we’ve got to a put in a bit of work to encourage her to look left a bit more. So I’ve bought her a copy of Das Kapital and the Communist Manifesto.
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5.22 - “The One Where I Watch The One With Joey’s Big Break”

23/8/2020

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It seems as our babies moods get better mine get worse.

She’s now becoming a bubbling ball of delight, but the strain of dealing with parenthood, returning to work, and watching the world burn has turned me into a gibbering wreck.

There are so many worries I had about parenthood. They all came to a head and contributed to my trip to the COVID ward.

What if I don’t feel that outpouring of love everyone talks about? What if something goes wrong in labour? What if it’s just flat out awful?

Now I’ve faced them all. I felt the love. When my wife was whisked off to be sown up I confronted my biggest fear of losing her and being left with an inferior, infinitely more needy copy. My expectation for the first six weeks was so low that even when the screams were ringing in my ears at 3am it was manageable.

So why don’t I feel much better?

I’ve always hated the “Anxiety” word. But I’ve never experienced anything as strong as this. A very real feeling emanating from my stomach outwards, and sometimes taking over my whole body. Thankfully I’m able to keep control now I know what it is and that it’s not some horrendous blood disease caused by giving plasma, or the bogey man itself… Coronavirus. I can’t imagine how crazy I’d be if we hadn’t caught it early, and passed the anti-bodies onto our pride and joy.

We’ve got to two months and I’ve been left with the realisation the phrase “New Normal” means something very different to me than the rest of the country. A brand new status quo, that there’s no point fighting. I’m sure it would be much easier if we hadn’t lost almost everything we enjoyed. I’m sure these bursts of nervous energy are just from sitting on the couch for so long. The pangs I feel whenever we venture out again just a powerful feeling of excitement at being able to meet people again.

When things finally do go back to normal I promise I won’t ever complain about feeling tired or lacking energy again. I had non idea I was expending so much doing the 9 to 5 commuter rush.

But it’s deeply frustrating I will never know what this experience would have been like without a global pandemic. If I’d have coped any better, at such a major life event. The First Child. Would I have dealt with it better without everything else happening?

“The One With The Dirty Nappies”

Rather than a big breakdown, Joey is pursuing his big break with a journey to Vegas, baby!

It’s a great excuse to hop in Phoebe’s taxi again. For a whopping THIRTY EIGHT hour drive. I missed driving so much during the lockdown. And now I finally have an excuse to go places I can barely stand more than half an hour in the car… Sorry, positive thoughts, positive thoughts.

The taxi first cropped up at the start of jolly old 2017. And again, the notorious time Friends™ inspired me to get a tattoo. It was last seen when I was banging on about getting Zen and simply letting things wash over me.

Maybe I was less OK with that than I thought? Parenthood is the biggest manifestation of loss of control. My whole life is now defined by the desires of another. And I’ve got to look out for what my baby wants too! (Thank you, thank you, no really, I love the wife, tip your waitress etc).

Perhaps I’ve just had too much of a good thing? That glimpse of what life could be like if I didn’t have to work, didn’t have any responsibilities to anyone, didn’t have any social engagements to keep.

I got so used to having control again I’ve forgot how to cope with not having control. I drove to visit people at work the other day, and half way there needed the toilet. The next half hour was hell! It’s ridiculous. Only half an hour, but I’ve got so used to being able to pee whenever I want that being stuck in a car sent me into a spiral of mortifying thoughts.

I had the same problem when we finally got to meet our NCT friends.

A lovely day, finally going back to the pub, but “uh oh” meeting new people is a little scary isn’t it? And, my god it’s hot, I better just get a glass of water before they arrive. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I NEED TO DOWNLOAD AN APP, WITH NO WIFI. God if I was at home I’d have drunk the water by now AND wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.

 But anyway… I’m managing, how are you? I think taking control in little ways is helping, and remembering that it’s OK to surrender myself to things I can’t control. It’s worked thus far?

Meeting the NCT people was nice actually. We had the usual discussions you do when you first meet people. What’s your job? How did you meet? Have you tried the breastmilk?

I’ve yet to succumb. As much as I hate being like Ross, I just can’t bring myself to do it. My main fear is enjoying it a bit TOO much. Yet, whenever I tell people this my wife laughs it off. She’s blissfully unaware how far my depravity has gone since the last time I had a boob in my mouth. One of the NCT dads told us he tried some, in a moment of desperation after running out of milk for his coffee!

I’ve stopped drinking coffee. As part of my coping strategy, not out of disgust. One day archaeologists will look back, see a time where Coffee Shops springing up all over the place coincided with a wave of anxiety sweeping the nation and draw their own conclusions. Maybe this is why New Yorker’s are so neurotic?

It turns out I don’t actually need all that caffeine if I’m not walking three hours a day to get to work and back. Who knew? If the Friends™ took things  a little slower maybe they wouldn’t have to blow all their money on expensive coffee. They could even afford to get their own place! Just one less avocado a week…

The last time the Friends™ took the taxi they were heading off on a Ski Trip. God I can’t wait to go on one of those! As lady luck should have it, my wife is also planning a trip to Vegas. Not to pursue her big break. I think she just wants to get away from me.

I wouldn’t blame her, despite all I said last week it must be damn hard being stuck with someone else constantly. Especially when they’re always grumpy, and all you want is to enjoy your first child. In an effort to keep things interesting we’ve been talking about our dreams more. The baby alarm clock has actually been really good for getting us some nice time together in the morning. A lovely cup of (decaffeinated) tea. Please hold the breast milk.

A dream turns out to be the reason Phoebe hates Ross all of a sudden. But Phoebe, there are so many great reasons to choose from…

She’s developed a solid method for finding out what people really think, asking quick Either/Or questions, and discovers Joey would rather bang Monica than Rachel? Ah, isn’t this the age old question for the male Friends™ viewer? Like Joey, I’m definitely more into Monica than Rachel this time around. Especially seeing the way she gets on top of Rachel. Now that’s what I call surrendering control.

Rachel’s need for eye drops reminds me, I really need to get an eye test. I could do with some smaller glasses that don’t steam up with a mask. She’s really a bit pathetic. Even our baby dealt with her vaccinations better than this! I imagine baby felt similar to Joey finding out the movie’s cancelled after his trip across America. All the excitement of being played with, meeting a nice doctor, and then betrayed and stuck with a needle.

At least she could come home after and didn’t have to take up work in a shady casino to get by whilst the Director tries to get more funding. It’s cool that the show never shies away from showing the horrors of trying to make it in the acting profession. Even as the actors themselves are now paid a whopping $100,000 an episode!

Real Live Sitcom Moment:

One of the cool things about having a baby is realising some things end up a lot easier than you expect, and some a lot harder.

I’d never changed a nappy before, but shortly before the birth I thought “oh, actually, I reckon I’ll be quite good at that”. I do like things to be clean, and years of holidaying on granddads farm left with me a very useful ability to avoid breathing through my nose when bad smells are about.

Clothes on the other hand are an absolute shocker. Arms go in leg holes, poppers are mismatched, and God forbid I attempt to choose the outfit myself. Couldn’t my wife have just bought clothes that ALL match?

We went to the hospital for a check-up, and I was super excited to use a baby changing area, and to show off my natural baby changing abilities in public for the first time. We’d forgotten the wipes so they gave me a little bowl with water and cotton wool, and I sauntered into the room, head held high.

I emerged five minutes later with a naked and very wet baby to appeal to my wife for help. In front of all the assembled medical staff. She helped me finish the nappy switch and clean up all the water I’d spilled, and then we noticed we didn’t have a set of fresh clothes either! So we left the hospital shame faced, with our baby wrapped in a blanket like a little baby Jesus.

I definitely won’t be winning any awards for dad of the year now.
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5.21 - “The One Where I Watch The One With the Ball”

2/8/2020

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Despite having the breakdown I always feared, but never thought would actually happen, at the WORST possible time (seriously, due date?!? Come on…) there was no time to recover.

Two days later we were in the hospital again. And this time it was my pregnant wife’s turn!

In a way, running through three months worth of adrenaline by completely losing my shit was quite helpful for dealing with the birth. I’m proud to say I was able to keep a level head and help her to the best of my ability.

I don’t want to go into too much detail so will just say, with the exception of my almost concurrent hospitalisation, it was nothing like Friends™.

“The One With the Baby”

Phoebe is moving in with her cop boyfriend, and we’ve also had a new person move in!

One who, I’m relieved to say, looks very little like Rachel’s new hairless sphinx cat.
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Like a lot of people round about now, Rachel is regretting her new pet. We’ve done one better than people getting a pet in lockdown, and gone for a child.

I completely get the worry of things changing when you move in together. The new person screaming all the time, making a big mess, and that’s just my wife.

It’s true it’s a wild time where you find out a lot about your partner, as Phoebe does when her perfect cop bae shoots a bird. It’s no great surprise separations are expected to increase massively from families being forced closer together. But we’re lucky, and have grown closer and closer during lockdown. Even though I did go literally crazy briefly, I actually don’t know how we would have coped with the late stages of pregnancy and early stages of parenthood if I was around less.

This isn’t to say it’s all been perfect. We’ve learned some uncomfortable truths. Not least that our cat supplements their diet by eating entire birds. The other day I saw him bite one in half and swallow it whole! Like Rachel’s cat, they’re a little scratchy at times. We were slightly concerned we’d end up on the child services register, going into hospital with my wife looking like a self harmer from the cat, and me looking like a junkie from all the blood tests…

Fortunately the cat attacks look like they’ve finally been solved by the addition of a screaming baby to the house. He’s never spent so much time outside!

It’s clearly been good for him, and I think I need to try and get out more too if a repeat of what happened on due date is to be avoided. I feel back to normal now, able to quash any recurring jolts of anxiety by recognising where they’re coming from. And with the baby I have little time to over think anything.

But I am fearful of it becoming a “new normal”, my fight or flight response being activated by the mildest of stimulus.

There was a big concern of my more physical symptoms continuing too. Following the birth the pain in my arm continued, and I manifested a new sensation of a jolt of electric going from my thumb to my elbow when I reached to pick up things. Very much not something you want to be happening when you need to hold a baby!

But it’s passed now. I’m still none the wiser as to whether it was from my head, or if I was simply gripping the trolley too hard when my wife had to push.

Sorry, this sounds like I'm making it all about me. She's amazing and I couldn't be more impressed with what she did, and how well she coped with it!! And all her pain and effort produced a perfect little baby we've been looking after for a few weeks.

It’s amazing how quickly you go from putting up with late night screams and feeds, and thinking “there’s no way I’m going through this again” to it just becoming a part of your daily life. If the Friends™ think tossing a ball back and forth for hours is hard they want to try having a baby. You can never drop the ball for a second. Sure Monica can eat Pizza one handed. Try having to do that with every meal!

It's a pretty huge change, like Chandler says to Gary about Phoebe moving in:

“She is always gonna be there. You're gonna get home, she's there. You go to bed, she's there. You wake up and, oh, yes, she's there.”

Real Live Sitcom Moment:

My brother-in-law’s been having a bit of trouble with their own Ugly Naked Guy! Of all the things from Friends™ it really is surprising how often this comes up.

Gazing out the window one day, he was scarred for life when he saw his Ugly Naked Guy enjoying lockdown a little too much… I do, of course, mean; he was playing with his Giant Poking Device.
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