The Friends Experience Is Coming To Las Vegas And I Wonder: Who Am I?
Friends, the 90’s iconic sitcom about six friends in their 20’s. Friends, who lived in New York apartments no 24-year-olds could ever afford unless they were financed by their parents or strippers being financed by a sugar daddy I mean, boyfriend.
The show made six unknown actors more famous than one could ever dream of. (And rich). It also made them lifelong friends in real life.
The show made a stage sets iconic as well, and The Friends Experience is bringing them to Las Vegas.
The Apartment. The Kitchen. The big orange couch.
The Friends Experience makes me wonder, who am I?
As I was learning about The Friends Experiences coming to Vegas, my friend and I asked each other a very important question: Which friend, are you?
She seemed like an easy answer. She is a mix of Phoebe, for her musical prowess and a little bit Ross because she is very smart, but Id almost say she was more Monica than anyone because she knows who she is, and she is exceptionally tidy.
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But what about me? Which Friend am I?
I’m definetly not Rachel, although god bless her for always being free enough not to wear a bra.
Phoebe? Nah, I mean Im down fr the Buddhist ideology but I’m more put together than that. Or am I a bigger mess? Well, whatever, I’m not her.
Monica? Nope. Not in any way. Although I can cook, sometimes. Ok, rarely.
Ross? Oh hell no! I’ mean I’m not dumb, but I’m lso not some whiny little bitch. And let’s face it, if you’re banging Jennifer Anniston, you don’t pull a Brad Pitt and cheat on her and then say “We were on a break”. Dumb. Just Dumb.
Chandler? Well, I am funny, but I’m not sexually awkward. Plus, I can dance. Or at least before the knee surgery I could.
Joey? I do like his whoring little ways, and he is cute. And as much as I like to play dumb, I am not. So No to Joey.
So who am I If I’m not any of the “Friends”?
Am I a secondary character? Like Phoebe’s boyfriend, Mr. Crapbag…I mean Mike? I mean he is cool, because he’s Paul Rudd….and I am a Chiefs fan too…but I don’t think I could sleep with Phoebe. Maybe I’m Janice? God I hope not. I don’t think my voice could be that annoying even after a night of tequila and screaming at stupid cab drivers on the Las Vegas Strip.
Nah. I’m unique. I’m my own person.
I know exactly who I am.
I’m the chick in the episode about Chandler’s glasses. I’m the one walking out of Central Perk because there was nowhere to sit because some twenty-somethings always took the most comfortable place to sit. The big orange couch.