The end of Ross’s second marriage. Don’t worry Ross, I still love you!
With the holidays here there’s plenty of time to take stock. And to ponder the big questions like “has anyone ever successfully finished a pot of potato salad?” and “why do we need clean plates to smell of lemon?”
And yet I haven’t found time to have a haircut, and am currently looking a lot like Ross, dishevelled and homeless.
I did try to squeeze it in between running errands for my wife (and catching up on a year’s worth of missed TV). But everyone else had the same idea! After half an hour of waiting, a boy (who I was certain had already had their haircut) was called to the chair and I had to leave to make it to my parents on time. Honestly, has no-one told the lad this is the time of year for giving to people in greater need than yourself?
There’s always next decade…
Ross isn’t the only one in need of a place to stay. My cousin has moved into mums.
Honestly, she’s only just got shot of her final child, and another one shows up. It’s like she’s got a one-out one-in policy.
I don’t know if it’s heartening seeing people our age have always had difficulties finding places to live, or deeply depressing that things still haven’t got sorted out.
It could be worse. At least my cousin isn’t a “Big Tap-dancing Pimp”
Oh great. Not one week away from work and Friends™ has reminded me of all the new health and safety regulations we’ve got in place. Phoebe’s dating a restaurant inspector, and he is mad with power!
Much like boss, who’s enforcing all these new procedures, including BEARD NETS for production staff. Beard. Nets.
We thought we'd have a bit of fun with it at the office Christmas party. It was a pickle making class and one of the boys brought along a couple of beard nets. We put them on and stood waiting for boss to notice and hilarity to ensue.
I think the pickling was almost done by the time he clocked we were even wearing them…
Phoebe is not alone in feeling the need for a Christmas™ fling.
Not me! Honestly, wife, if you’re reading, There's no need to worry! It’s Rachel who’s on the prowl. Or rather playing games to try and snare the Yeti on the floor below. God I’m glad I’m not dating anymore.
She’s got this confusing tactic where she isn’t going to his party on purpose? Or thinks he isn’t inviting her because he likes her? If people not inviting you places means they like you people must love me!
Nowadays I get messaged more often by Facebook™ telling me about some “Friendversary” than by my actual friends.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
That’s not to say we don’t still meet up every now and then.
We went out for Christmas™ lunch to catch up with Chandler Number 1, back from “Yemen” for the holidays. They’re doing well, aside from briefly getting stranded in the desert for 2 hours. Every time they come back they seem to have a story more befitting a feature film than a sitcom!
But what made me laugh was hearing about Monica’s Number 2’s dad who it turns out has a vast bear collection.
I assume Monica meant toy bears, and not that their dad is having a mid-life conversion to kinky gay love.
To be fair the latter would be much less embarrassing.