The gang and I had dinner at our place that same day. Mon was so hyped up about the wedding plans that she could barely eat.
"It's going to be so beautiful," she gushed. "The cake, the dress, the flowers…the salmon we're going to eat is going to be caught that same day so it's going to be so fresh!"
"Oh, honey, that's great! I'm so happy for you guys!" Rachel reached out and gave Monica a hug.
"You're going to murder fish on your actual wedding day? Monica, how could you? Weddings are supposed to be joyous and festive!" said Phoebe.
"It is gonna be joyous and festive for the fish," Ross said knowingly.
"How?"
"They'll be dancing, you'll see…once they hit the frying pan," Dinosaur Man laughed.
Phoebe punched his shoulder. "Not funny, you…you sadisticosaurus,"
"Yeah, Ross, y'know how Pheobe feels about that sort of stuff," said Joey defensively, putting an arm around Phoebe's shoulder. "It's okay Pheebs…fish heaven is more beautiful than what their Mommy fish always told them to be,"
"And how'd you know that? Did Goldie the goldfish swim back to your toilet and give you a full report?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh, oh! It's true! I spoke to my deceased pet, Rambo, last night, and he told me it was like, Nirvana…but only for fish," supplied Phoebe.
I rolled my eyes. Trust Pheebs to nail that one.
"Oh, I'm so excited, honey," Monica went over to my side and kissed me. "I keep wishing that the wedding's tomorrow already!"
"Yeah? Well so do I," I kissed her back. I could see how excited she was. I was excited too. I wanted to begin our married life that minute.
"Aaw, you guys look so cute together," said Rachel. "Don't they, Ross?"
"Just remember to take care of her, Bing," Ross told me. I put my arms around Monica.
"Don't worry about it, Ross, Chandler can handle it, right, buddy?" he raised his eyebrows at me, a grin on his face.
"Okay, now whatever that grin means, Joe, I don't like it, so wipe it off your face," said Ross. Rachel laughed.
"Oooh, is somebody jealous?" she said.
"No, I'm not jealous!" said Ross defensively. "Why would I be? I don't want to marry my own sister, for crying out loud,"
"Oh, you are lonely if you start thinking that, man," Joey patted him on the back.
"Shut up, Joe,"
"Hey, hey Chan," Joey said. I turned to him.
"What?"
"Hey, you said we were gonna play foosball tonight, right? C'mon, so we can have enough time to warm up the boys," he started jumping up and down like a little kid. Foosball? Did I promise him anything concerning foosball?
Oh yeah.
"Sorry, I can't," I told him. Joey stopped jumping around.
"Why not?" he asked, looking deflated.
"Because I have to catch up on my sleep," I told him, a hint of annoyance in my voice.
"Why? Did you sleep late last night, man?"
I so wanted to hit myself when he said that.
"No," I said. "It's because you woke me up in the middle of the night to ask me a question and I couldn't get back to sleep again,"
"Wait, Joey came here?" asked Rachel. "What'd you wanna ask that you could have asked me instead of Chandler?"
Joey gave her a look that reflected pure fright.
"You're scary when I wake you up!" he said.
"Oh, and Chandler isn't?"
"I tried telling him that," I said tiredly.
"So that's who you were talking to. I thought it was an imaginary friend or something," said Monica.
"Well what was it that you wanted to ask Chandler?" asked Ross.
"Ooh ooh! Was it about rainbows?" said Phoebe excitedly.
We all gave her a strange look.
"I don't wanna talk about it," mumbled Joey.
"It's not that big of a deal," I said. Joey shook his head.
"No, I don't want to tell you guys now…maybe later…" he said.
"Oh c'mon, Joe…" said Ross, who craved a good secret more than any of us. He couldn't stand it if Joey and I knew something and he didn't.
"Hey c'mon, don't force him. If he told Chandler, then maybe Chandler's the only one who's supposed to know for now…" said Monica helpfully. A moment later her head snapped to Joey. "Is it a girl?"
"I wish it was," he said. He turned to me again. "C'mon, Chan, just a little foosball. We never do stuff anymore,"
Monica nudged me.
"Yeah, go on, babe. Why not?"
"Because I don't want to, that's why," I was too tired to do anything, most of all with Joey. "Sorry,"
"Okay," Joey looked dejected.
"Hey, I'll play with you," Phoebe said invitingly.
"I always lose with you," whined Joey.
"So?" Phoebe had this great grin on her face.
"If you don't want to play foosball then maybe you can help me pick out what kind of candles we're going to use for our wedding," Monica told me.
Candles. Uninteresting, but it was with Monica anyway.
"Sure," I smiled. We stood up and walked towards her room.
"Hey, if you're done with all those candles, play one game with me, okay Chandler?" Joey called out.
"Yeah, okay, sure," I said distractedly, my eyes on Mon. Bells were going off in my head. I couldn't believe she was mine.