The hunt continues for Monica Number 2’s new job.
I suggested they’d be good doing something with their hands. Before remembering a psychic once told my wife I would work with my hands, and that it’s a huge cop-out as all jobs involve using your hands.
We floated a few other ideas, joining Ross in insurance, Chandler in the civil service. Joey in whatever the hell they do. (Something with computers… Transpondster?)
You should play to your strengths… you like cats? How about something really leftfield... Battersea cats home?
“Oh, they’re not hiring”
“You… you’ve already checked?”
“Of course, it was the first place I looked.”
“OK then…”
What’s the best job for someone who loves pointless facts, and being right all the time…
Stay at home dad!
I don’t think they’re quite ready for that. And also they’d lose some serious Monica points.
They seem pretty content just taking a break for a while. Hopefully they’ll see the light and start a new life as a head chef any day now.
“The One With the Over-Enthusiastic Bridesmaid”
Except for the job thing, Monica Number 2 is pretty divorced from Monica at the moment.
Real Monica’s finally sorted her career out, and is in the throes of passion. Not to suggest my Monica’s relationship is missing any passion, but, ya know, they are a few years in. Plus Monica’s fling is with Chandler, so I’m sure Monica Number 2 isn’t that disappointed to not be matching her.
With our Chandler in Egypt I would be quite the commute for a sexy bubble bath.
I’m surprised Chonica are going straight into the heavy romance with their bubble bath. But it makes for a great scene.
I suggested they’d be good doing something with their hands. Before remembering a psychic once told my wife I would work with my hands, and that it’s a huge cop-out as all jobs involve using your hands.
We floated a few other ideas, joining Ross in insurance, Chandler in the civil service. Joey in whatever the hell they do. (Something with computers… Transpondster?)
You should play to your strengths… you like cats? How about something really leftfield... Battersea cats home?
“Oh, they’re not hiring”
“You… you’ve already checked?”
“Of course, it was the first place I looked.”
“OK then…”
What’s the best job for someone who loves pointless facts, and being right all the time…
Stay at home dad!
I don’t think they’re quite ready for that. And also they’d lose some serious Monica points.
They seem pretty content just taking a break for a while. Hopefully they’ll see the light and start a new life as a head chef any day now.
“The One With the Over-Enthusiastic Bridesmaid”
Except for the job thing, Monica Number 2 is pretty divorced from Monica at the moment.
Real Monica’s finally sorted her career out, and is in the throes of passion. Not to suggest my Monica’s relationship is missing any passion, but, ya know, they are a few years in. Plus Monica’s fling is with Chandler, so I’m sure Monica Number 2 isn’t that disappointed to not be matching her.
With our Chandler in Egypt I would be quite the commute for a sexy bubble bath.
I’m surprised Chonica are going straight into the heavy romance with their bubble bath. But it makes for a great scene.
It’s cute how into each other they are already. My wife and I agreed getting them together is the best decision the show makes, breathing new life into it as it’s at risk of getting stale, and also offering the most realistic portrayal of what being in a relationship is actually like. Though for now it’s secret (if very poorly hidden).
I’m not convinced the others wouldn’t guess something’s up when Chandler starts kissing everyone to cover a slip up. He’d certainly get more flack from Phoebe and Rachel nowadays, I’d hope. You certainly can’t pass off such behaviour as being “European” anymore.
Anyone who’s had mates go on holiday without them will be familiar with Phoebe’s feelings at the moment. FOMO dialled up to 11 now the guys are back from England. They try and make her feel better with a spur of moment holiday to Atlantic City. I think of all the quirky sitcom things that have happened in the last 4 years, the most unrealistic is six friends dropping everything and planning a spur of the moment holiday.
And now the question on everyone’s lips… Is Rachel still in Athens?
Well, she was… As I expected this gets cleared up pretty quick. It’s a little annoying. They play with our expectations with her pretending not to be angry at Ross for stranding her. But then, by the end of the episode, it’s all done and dusted anyway, as she finally comes clean about her love.
Great timing Rachel, I know he’s a prick but hasn’t Ross got enough on his plate?
Rachel needs to wake up and smell the coffee. He’s married. Even if he hasn’t even spoken to Emily since the wedding. As they (almost) lay everything on the table in Central Perk, Rachel starts laughing. Ross agrees: it is funny. (Fortunately for us, seeing as it’s a sitcom).
Earlier in the episode, Rachel gets Monica to make her decisions for her. Someone else making all your decisions for you… isn’t Ross the one who just got married? (Badumsh…)
But as Monica tries to help Rachel get over Ross, we’re all there wanting her to JUST TELL HIM HOW SHE FEELS. If only she could ask the audience instead of phoning a friend.
And then she finally does tell him and, just like real life, it never goes the way you expect. It’s moments like this where David Schwimmer excels. We can all see what Ross wants to say to Rachel, even if she can’t and keeps interrupting “Yes, I know, you’re married.” So it is funny. But in a tragic way.
Maybe they both need to wake up and smell the coffee?
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
So it’s been yet another wedding this weekend. I think our third this year? It’s like the movie executive of our life has realised he’s onto a good thing. THREE RELEASES A YEAR! Same formula every-time. For now and forever. Maybe Scorsese does have a point?
This time it was the turn of an old school friend of ours. It didn’t quite turn into the school reunion I’d hoped for, with only a few left from the old days. I wonder what they’re all doing now… doing now… doing now…
But it was still fun and a good excuse to get drunk with my wife doing the driving for once. To be fair, I was supposed to be driving the way there but somehow all the trains home we’re cancelled. Honestly, who has a wedding on a Friday?
This lead to an exercise of military precision, with me triangulating the exact position where I could use public transport to get to my wife’s route to the venue at the exact point she would be there. And culminated in me suiting up in a car park, perfectly tieing my tie without a mirror as we walked into the venue. LIKE JAMES FREAKING BOND.
Was she impressed? Not in the slightest.
This real life sitcom was rounded out with an excellent guest turn from a lady who I can only assume was Bridesmaid Number 4. After a rather forceful attempt to get us to sign the guest book early in the night we surmised she had been given this one responsibility. And god dammit, she was going to do it.
What followed was increasingly desperate attempts to harangue guests into signing the guestbook. Because, darn it, this is her one job, and she was going to smash the shit out of it. It all culminated in her taking the mic from the band to make an announcement, when I suspect almost everyone had already signed the book and just wanted to get on with dancing.
It must be hard wanting to do a job SO much you end up doing it badly. Oh shit, did I just accidentally empathise with Boris Johnson?
I’m not convinced the others wouldn’t guess something’s up when Chandler starts kissing everyone to cover a slip up. He’d certainly get more flack from Phoebe and Rachel nowadays, I’d hope. You certainly can’t pass off such behaviour as being “European” anymore.
Anyone who’s had mates go on holiday without them will be familiar with Phoebe’s feelings at the moment. FOMO dialled up to 11 now the guys are back from England. They try and make her feel better with a spur of moment holiday to Atlantic City. I think of all the quirky sitcom things that have happened in the last 4 years, the most unrealistic is six friends dropping everything and planning a spur of the moment holiday.
And now the question on everyone’s lips… Is Rachel still in Athens?
Well, she was… As I expected this gets cleared up pretty quick. It’s a little annoying. They play with our expectations with her pretending not to be angry at Ross for stranding her. But then, by the end of the episode, it’s all done and dusted anyway, as she finally comes clean about her love.
Great timing Rachel, I know he’s a prick but hasn’t Ross got enough on his plate?
Rachel needs to wake up and smell the coffee. He’s married. Even if he hasn’t even spoken to Emily since the wedding. As they (almost) lay everything on the table in Central Perk, Rachel starts laughing. Ross agrees: it is funny. (Fortunately for us, seeing as it’s a sitcom).
Earlier in the episode, Rachel gets Monica to make her decisions for her. Someone else making all your decisions for you… isn’t Ross the one who just got married? (Badumsh…)
But as Monica tries to help Rachel get over Ross, we’re all there wanting her to JUST TELL HIM HOW SHE FEELS. If only she could ask the audience instead of phoning a friend.
And then she finally does tell him and, just like real life, it never goes the way you expect. It’s moments like this where David Schwimmer excels. We can all see what Ross wants to say to Rachel, even if she can’t and keeps interrupting “Yes, I know, you’re married.” So it is funny. But in a tragic way.
Maybe they both need to wake up and smell the coffee?
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
So it’s been yet another wedding this weekend. I think our third this year? It’s like the movie executive of our life has realised he’s onto a good thing. THREE RELEASES A YEAR! Same formula every-time. For now and forever. Maybe Scorsese does have a point?
This time it was the turn of an old school friend of ours. It didn’t quite turn into the school reunion I’d hoped for, with only a few left from the old days. I wonder what they’re all doing now… doing now… doing now…
But it was still fun and a good excuse to get drunk with my wife doing the driving for once. To be fair, I was supposed to be driving the way there but somehow all the trains home we’re cancelled. Honestly, who has a wedding on a Friday?
This lead to an exercise of military precision, with me triangulating the exact position where I could use public transport to get to my wife’s route to the venue at the exact point she would be there. And culminated in me suiting up in a car park, perfectly tieing my tie without a mirror as we walked into the venue. LIKE JAMES FREAKING BOND.
Was she impressed? Not in the slightest.
This real life sitcom was rounded out with an excellent guest turn from a lady who I can only assume was Bridesmaid Number 4. After a rather forceful attempt to get us to sign the guest book early in the night we surmised she had been given this one responsibility. And god dammit, she was going to do it.
What followed was increasingly desperate attempts to harangue guests into signing the guestbook. Because, darn it, this is her one job, and she was going to smash the shit out of it. It all culminated in her taking the mic from the band to make an announcement, when I suspect almost everyone had already signed the book and just wanted to get on with dancing.
It must be hard wanting to do a job SO much you end up doing it badly. Oh shit, did I just accidentally empathise with Boris Johnson?
