“The One With the Park Failure”
And the Friends™ have finally reached Thanksgiving™!
It’s essentially a bottle episode, Thanksgiving™ dinner at Monica and Chan Chans, whilst Joey and Ross are desperate to leave for the party hosted by Elle “not a character” Macpherson. Incidentally, Joey’s on prime creep behaviour here, turning up the heating in his flat to try and get the women to strip off. But WHAT A BOTTLE EPISODE. With perhaps the greatest sketch of the show, Rachel’s beefed up trifle.
Rachel’s attempts at cooking for the first time go much worse than my attempt at Christmas dinner (3 stars) as the pages of the cookbook are stuck together. This gives an opportunity for quite possibly the dirtiest joke in the show, as Joey turns to blame Chandler. My wife is so innocent I had to explain that one to her… Chandler’s into food? Who knew… whatever next, Sharks?!?
We were all forced to pretend to like the Trifle to save Rachel’s feelings, with the exception of Joey who loves beef trifle almost as much as he loves trying to get on the sex offender register. He goes so far as eating everyone’s leftovers, guzzling them down with all the abandon of a baby unaware that choking is a thing.
Yep, our baby has finally started solids, as if I needed another daily dose of something to panic about, but is doing great so far. Even if I can’t bring myself to eat the leftovers. Think I’ve put on enough weight in lockdown without it thank you very much…
She’s reached the ‘3 Men and a Baby Stage’, crawling round and creating as much mischief as possible. Only without the added sexiness of Tom Selleck.
The only thing I couldn’t quite enjoy was the, usually welcome, return of the Gellar parents. Not from anything to do with them, it just made me a little sad again to have missed my parents at Christmas™.
But it shouldn’t be long now! It’ll all be over much before I finish watching this bloody TV show.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
I was looking after the baby the other day and realised I had half an hour to kill before the next bottle and nap, so decided to take her down the park. She’s already into the swings, or indeed, moving in any way, and they’re a lot easier than carrying her.
But I’d got my timings terribly wrong, and half way there she started falling asleep. Oh no! You shouldn’t sleep till after the bottle, crap, gotta get back, gotta get back.
We made it and, mercifully, she still slept and I was allowed my forty minutes of respite.
The next day I tried to go again. Half the sky blue, half the sky grey. “It’ll be alright” I thought, only a little bit of rain if it catches us. But no, once again the swings were not to be as by the time we got to the park we were enveloped in a thick blizzard.
Yes, it’s very exciting for her to see snow for the first time. But please, God, let me get to the park tomorrow. There’s only so much pacing round the living room a man can take.