Chandler is excited to get one for his wedding worn by Val Kilmer, but Ross HAD to outdo him and get one worn by James Bond!
I’m surprised MI6 makes that available to the public. You’d think they’d keep it hush hush. I suppose they’re less strict these days, licensing their man with the License to Kill™ to all things; from car adverts to visits to the Queen for Olympic ceremonies.
The wedding draws ever closer, along with a few others this summer. Looking at the people I know I think this might be the last big summer of weddings. We’ve now got FOUR weddings (and hopefully no funerals). But after this most people will be married. The outliers are the Friends™; four of them are still single! Hopefully Ross won’t spend too much time online and get sucked into the incel movement.
Joey’s kicked up a fuss because his parents weren’t invited to the wedding. I’m a bit surprised, given he’s barely mentioned them for six years.
Fortunately Monica’s a dab hand at organising things; this seating plan will take care of itself in no time! It takes me right back to the fun of doing my own.
I really enjoyed doing a wedding seating plan. Like doing a sudoko puzzle, but instead of numbers that can’t be next to each other it’s people who hate each other.
“The One With Four Weddings and a Funeral”
The other big news is Rachel kissed a girl!
If you can call “Person Kisses a Member of the Same Sex at Uni” news. I’m pretty sure at this point it’s on the syllabus. Right after “drink a pint of snakebite”.
The way everyone reacted you’d think they’d had a few pints of snakebite themselves. (Looking at you Joey…)
It came out after Rachel bumped into an old sorority sister at Central Perk™. If you thought it was weird Ross’s cousin looked like Denise Richards you won’t believe this! The sorority sister is the spitting image of Winona Ryder!! (Stealing every scene she’s in, amongst other things…)
She’s in full denial about anything happening, which made for a rather awkward catch-up meal with Rachel and Phoebe. Phoebe, as usual, made things more awkward. She must have been feeling left out so made up a story about a certain ‘Regina Phalange’ who was in a sorority with her.
Honestly, so embarrassing when people pretend they’re friends with people who aren’t real.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
A chance for another character to shine in my life for once. (Who said we can’t have some diversity in a story told solely from a white middle-class mans perspective…)
This week my wife made a fool of herself. Scrolling idly through Facebook™, she accidentally clicked ‘attending’ on a funeral shared by an acquaintance.
Absolutely mortified by it (and the thought she may be compelled to attend the funeral of someone she’s never met) she did what any right-minded person would do in that situation.
And immediately unfriended the acquaintance.