I’ve been thinking recently: it’s been ages since I’ve seen Phoebe playing music. At least a few years since she’s performed in Central Perk™.
I almost miss it.
I was beginning to wonder if she’s quit. But here she is picking up her guitar from Monica’s. It’s starting to feel the same with my drumming. I still play now and then, keeping the option of playing more often in the future open. But I’m not sure that time will ever come. If I was serious, I’d be playing almost every other day again. Playing with several bands again. But recently I’ve realised I no longer see a time when this will happen.
It’s been such a huge part of my identity. But it feels like it’s slowly slipping away. And there’s nothing I can do to change it. By the time I live in a place with drums I can play regularly without annoying the neighbours, and the time to do it, it’ll be too late to make anything of it.
Oh, to live in a world where I don’t have to work.
Like my Friends™ seem to.
“The One With the Official Looking Letter”
Phoebe’s stumbled in on Monica getting a massage from another woman. I told you last week. These Gellars cannot be trusted…
I don’t understand why Monica wouldn’t be getting Phoebe to do it. If I had a friend who was a masseuse I’d be getting free massages all the time! Or, if I had a masseuse friend who didn’t live on another continent…
When Monica relents and let’s Phoebe massage her it turns out Monica makes sex noises when being massaged. I’m not sure this is any less weird than Phoebe revealing when they lived together she “got curious” and spied on naked Monica. What the hell???
But it got stranger still. Phoebe started getting into it and talking back “oh yerh. You like that?”
I thought it would turn out Monica was faking it to put Phoebe off. But no. I’m not sure I’ve ever been THAT relaxed.
At least they didn’t see me watching. Then it would have been REALLY awkward.
“Where was I?” You ask? Monica’s secret closet. Chandler was desperately trying to get in to see what she was hiding in there. It turns out: all the things she doesn’t have a neat spot for in the flat. Cue Chandler calling her Fred Sandford. And me wandering who the hell that is.
Google™ informs me he’s from an American remake of Steptoe and Son™. Which I did not know existed. Is there nothing those Yanks won’t steal from the Brits?
Rachel is yet to discover Joey’s feelings for her exist. (Tenuous link there, I’ll grant you…)
She wakes him excitedly to feel her bump. Narrowly avoiding accidentally feeling his “bump” in the duvet. I get that they are friends, but it is a little intimate if you ask me.
He takes the surrogate father role further too (to Ross’s chagrin) taking Rachel to hospital after she experiences Braxton Hicks Contractions™. Oh I remember those. Though have nothing to say on the topic. As Rachel says “No Uterus. No Opinion.” Too right! I think I know a few women who’d like THAT on a t-shirt.
Ross does show up for Rachel on more than one occasion. Abandoning Mona in the process. To be honest I’m a little surprised to find they’re still dating. You’d think she would have left given how crazy Ross was a few months ago! And things are bound to get more complex as Joey convinces Rachel to move in with Ross.
Two birds. One stone.
Things ended with myself and Chandler consoling Joey as he sat sadly downing orange juice that was “past its date”.
Hrrm. I’m not entirely sure he hadn’t switched something stronger in there. His drinking seems to be becoming more of a problem if he’s going to the trouble of hiding it from us…
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Bit of a sad one here. Or, a bittersweet one.
I finally got the letter back regarding my vasectomy, and it confirmed, it was a success. I am now sterile.
Come and get it ladies!
Knowing for sure has made the finality hit me again. And I’m left feeling very old. Another host of future doors shut.
I know it’s old fashioned. But it’s hard to remove myself from the feeling that ability to procreate is a huge part of what makes a man a man. My mind says “there’s much more to life”. But my heart, like Chandler on losing his nubbin, thinks “Huh… The source of all my power…”
I almost miss it.
I was beginning to wonder if she’s quit. But here she is picking up her guitar from Monica’s. It’s starting to feel the same with my drumming. I still play now and then, keeping the option of playing more often in the future open. But I’m not sure that time will ever come. If I was serious, I’d be playing almost every other day again. Playing with several bands again. But recently I’ve realised I no longer see a time when this will happen.
It’s been such a huge part of my identity. But it feels like it’s slowly slipping away. And there’s nothing I can do to change it. By the time I live in a place with drums I can play regularly without annoying the neighbours, and the time to do it, it’ll be too late to make anything of it.
Oh, to live in a world where I don’t have to work.
Like my Friends™ seem to.
“The One With the Official Looking Letter”
Phoebe’s stumbled in on Monica getting a massage from another woman. I told you last week. These Gellars cannot be trusted…
I don’t understand why Monica wouldn’t be getting Phoebe to do it. If I had a friend who was a masseuse I’d be getting free massages all the time! Or, if I had a masseuse friend who didn’t live on another continent…
When Monica relents and let’s Phoebe massage her it turns out Monica makes sex noises when being massaged. I’m not sure this is any less weird than Phoebe revealing when they lived together she “got curious” and spied on naked Monica. What the hell???
But it got stranger still. Phoebe started getting into it and talking back “oh yerh. You like that?”
I thought it would turn out Monica was faking it to put Phoebe off. But no. I’m not sure I’ve ever been THAT relaxed.
At least they didn’t see me watching. Then it would have been REALLY awkward.
“Where was I?” You ask? Monica’s secret closet. Chandler was desperately trying to get in to see what she was hiding in there. It turns out: all the things she doesn’t have a neat spot for in the flat. Cue Chandler calling her Fred Sandford. And me wandering who the hell that is.
Google™ informs me he’s from an American remake of Steptoe and Son™. Which I did not know existed. Is there nothing those Yanks won’t steal from the Brits?
Rachel is yet to discover Joey’s feelings for her exist. (Tenuous link there, I’ll grant you…)
She wakes him excitedly to feel her bump. Narrowly avoiding accidentally feeling his “bump” in the duvet. I get that they are friends, but it is a little intimate if you ask me.
He takes the surrogate father role further too (to Ross’s chagrin) taking Rachel to hospital after she experiences Braxton Hicks Contractions™. Oh I remember those. Though have nothing to say on the topic. As Rachel says “No Uterus. No Opinion.” Too right! I think I know a few women who’d like THAT on a t-shirt.
Ross does show up for Rachel on more than one occasion. Abandoning Mona in the process. To be honest I’m a little surprised to find they’re still dating. You’d think she would have left given how crazy Ross was a few months ago! And things are bound to get more complex as Joey convinces Rachel to move in with Ross.
Two birds. One stone.
Things ended with myself and Chandler consoling Joey as he sat sadly downing orange juice that was “past its date”.
Hrrm. I’m not entirely sure he hadn’t switched something stronger in there. His drinking seems to be becoming more of a problem if he’s going to the trouble of hiding it from us…
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Bit of a sad one here. Or, a bittersweet one.
I finally got the letter back regarding my vasectomy, and it confirmed, it was a success. I am now sterile.
Come and get it ladies!
Knowing for sure has made the finality hit me again. And I’m left feeling very old. Another host of future doors shut.
I know it’s old fashioned. But it’s hard to remove myself from the feeling that ability to procreate is a huge part of what makes a man a man. My mind says “there’s much more to life”. But my heart, like Chandler on losing his nubbin, thinks “Huh… The source of all my power…”
