Oh hi, how’s it going? Sorry… how you doin?
Been up to much?
Been on some nice holidays?
Uh huh. And remind me what you’re doing these days?
Wow, that’s amazing.
It IS crazy how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other!
Yerh, there ARE a lot of weddings at the moment.
Whole summer you say?
Well, I’ve had Joey Number 4’s, Chandler and Monica’s, and now this one. Who you ask? Joey Number 4’s Best Man. Just to keep things in the family. It worked out rather sweetly actually as each one deputised the other. Swapping the best man roles to keep things nice and simple. Let’s hope they don’t take things further and swap the wives too.
And now here we are. Three weddings down, one to go (tomorrow). What is this; a Richard Curtis film!
The Queen you say?
Oh come on.
“The One With Four Weddings and a Funeral”
I truly am stuck in the wedding that never ends. As my New York Friends are only just heading home from Chanica’s wedding.
And it’s Chandlers job to fetch up the disposable cameras. Except he forgets, and him and Ross have to fake the pictures at ANOTHER wedding.
Been up to much?
Been on some nice holidays?
Uh huh. And remind me what you’re doing these days?
Wow, that’s amazing.
It IS crazy how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other!
Yerh, there ARE a lot of weddings at the moment.
Whole summer you say?
Well, I’ve had Joey Number 4’s, Chandler and Monica’s, and now this one. Who you ask? Joey Number 4’s Best Man. Just to keep things in the family. It worked out rather sweetly actually as each one deputised the other. Swapping the best man roles to keep things nice and simple. Let’s hope they don’t take things further and swap the wives too.
And now here we are. Three weddings down, one to go (tomorrow). What is this; a Richard Curtis film!
The Queen you say?
Oh come on.
“The One With Four Weddings and a Funeral”
I truly am stuck in the wedding that never ends. As my New York Friends are only just heading home from Chanica’s wedding.
And it’s Chandlers job to fetch up the disposable cameras. Except he forgets, and him and Ross have to fake the pictures at ANOTHER wedding.
Durh, why didn’t they just get guests to take photos on their smartphones?
Having said that, Joey Number 4 did the old disposable camera thing too. But with a cool twist. They announced to everyone to take their photo then wait TEN minutes before passing the camera to someone else. Not only ensuring the cameras lasted later in the evening, but working as an effective ice breaker too.
Not that I needed an ice breaker at any of these weddings. Due to:
a) Being the only people with a baby tends to attract attention.
b) Having a baby with you makes it difficult to talk to anyone for any length of time anyway.
And by the time the evening guests have arrived you can only manage a few quick catch-ups before you have to leave to put baby to bed anyway. Though I’m not sure if that last sentence refers to us putting the baby to bed, or my wife having to put me to bed after a couple of hours back on the sauce.
Either way, it seems my days of staying over late at a hotel for a wedding, as the Friends do, may be long gone. I suppose Rachel will be joining me in that regard in 9 months time…
Until then she gets to stay out partying, with the trade off of then having to pay for the hotel bill. Which includes all the snacks Joey stole from the minibar, as well as the porn he secretly watched in everyone’s room. I’ve said it before, but I really wouldn’t be surprised if that man had a real drink problem. This is not normal behaviour.
Even one porno would be a little odd but THREE? In ONE night!? Who is he? The guy who lived opposite me in halls who made my life a misery for a year by constantly alternating between blasting Amy Winehouse’s “Valerie” and loudly watching people doing some “blasting” of their own?
No, he’s Joey.
But despite his alcoholism, he’s ultimately a decent man, offering to marry Phoebe when he thinks she’s the one who’s pregnant. If you remember six months ago, you’ll know this was my dream for the two of them, but now it leaves me a little cold. They should be able to go off having crazy adventures, not stuck at home raising a baby!
Ultimately it doesn’t matter, of course, as Rachel is the one who’s pregnant. Joey again does the decent thing on finding out, and immediately ditches Phoebe. Wait, I’m not sure that’s very decent to Phoebe... And who’d want to see Joey and Rachel together? GOD, that’d be awful.
She could do worse though, as the re-appearance of Tag reminded me. There was a bit of confusion over a Red Sweater which pointed to who the father was, with Phoebe remembering Tag had one. Maybe they should have taken the lead from his name and checked for a Name Tag (Thank you, thank you…)
One thing I’m a bit perplexed by: Does Tag not still work for Rachel? It’s difficult to tell from their meeting. I’ll have to ask her next time we hang out, and then we can finally settle this once and for all.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
The other day we took the kids to the Princess Diana Memorial Playground™. Which has a tunnel, because irony isn’t something you consider when designing a park.
My kid went in the tunnel and, like Diana, didn’t come out the other side. Instead, she shouted out “DADDY, A POO, IN THE TUNNEL”.
Against my better judgement I went to see and, true enough, there was an actual shit in the tunnel.
Naturally, we went to report this to the park attendants. Surprisingly they were nonplussed; acting as if this happened all the time, I wasn’t the first person that told them, and that nothing could be done until the park had closed.
“You’re not gona, like, put a sign up to stop other kids going in there?”
“Oh no, we don’t have one.”
Hrrm, maybe this doesn’t happen all the time, I pondered. Until the other added:
“It’s disgusting what some parents let their kids do, isn’t it?”
Well, yes. But, if only, there was someone whose job it was to make sure the park was a safe environment for the other kids.
We left the park. And still don’t know if the tunnel poop actually was a desperate child, or some sort of, very poorly judged, anti-monarchy protest.
Having said that, Joey Number 4 did the old disposable camera thing too. But with a cool twist. They announced to everyone to take their photo then wait TEN minutes before passing the camera to someone else. Not only ensuring the cameras lasted later in the evening, but working as an effective ice breaker too.
Not that I needed an ice breaker at any of these weddings. Due to:
a) Being the only people with a baby tends to attract attention.
b) Having a baby with you makes it difficult to talk to anyone for any length of time anyway.
And by the time the evening guests have arrived you can only manage a few quick catch-ups before you have to leave to put baby to bed anyway. Though I’m not sure if that last sentence refers to us putting the baby to bed, or my wife having to put me to bed after a couple of hours back on the sauce.
Either way, it seems my days of staying over late at a hotel for a wedding, as the Friends do, may be long gone. I suppose Rachel will be joining me in that regard in 9 months time…
Until then she gets to stay out partying, with the trade off of then having to pay for the hotel bill. Which includes all the snacks Joey stole from the minibar, as well as the porn he secretly watched in everyone’s room. I’ve said it before, but I really wouldn’t be surprised if that man had a real drink problem. This is not normal behaviour.
Even one porno would be a little odd but THREE? In ONE night!? Who is he? The guy who lived opposite me in halls who made my life a misery for a year by constantly alternating between blasting Amy Winehouse’s “Valerie” and loudly watching people doing some “blasting” of their own?
No, he’s Joey.
But despite his alcoholism, he’s ultimately a decent man, offering to marry Phoebe when he thinks she’s the one who’s pregnant. If you remember six months ago, you’ll know this was my dream for the two of them, but now it leaves me a little cold. They should be able to go off having crazy adventures, not stuck at home raising a baby!
Ultimately it doesn’t matter, of course, as Rachel is the one who’s pregnant. Joey again does the decent thing on finding out, and immediately ditches Phoebe. Wait, I’m not sure that’s very decent to Phoebe... And who’d want to see Joey and Rachel together? GOD, that’d be awful.
She could do worse though, as the re-appearance of Tag reminded me. There was a bit of confusion over a Red Sweater which pointed to who the father was, with Phoebe remembering Tag had one. Maybe they should have taken the lead from his name and checked for a Name Tag (Thank you, thank you…)
One thing I’m a bit perplexed by: Does Tag not still work for Rachel? It’s difficult to tell from their meeting. I’ll have to ask her next time we hang out, and then we can finally settle this once and for all.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
The other day we took the kids to the Princess Diana Memorial Playground™. Which has a tunnel, because irony isn’t something you consider when designing a park.
My kid went in the tunnel and, like Diana, didn’t come out the other side. Instead, she shouted out “DADDY, A POO, IN THE TUNNEL”.
Against my better judgement I went to see and, true enough, there was an actual shit in the tunnel.
Naturally, we went to report this to the park attendants. Surprisingly they were nonplussed; acting as if this happened all the time, I wasn’t the first person that told them, and that nothing could be done until the park had closed.
“You’re not gona, like, put a sign up to stop other kids going in there?”
“Oh no, we don’t have one.”
Hrrm, maybe this doesn’t happen all the time, I pondered. Until the other added:
“It’s disgusting what some parents let their kids do, isn’t it?”
Well, yes. But, if only, there was someone whose job it was to make sure the park was a safe environment for the other kids.
We left the park. And still don’t know if the tunnel poop actually was a desperate child, or some sort of, very poorly judged, anti-monarchy protest.
