Double your Trouble
For today, share two incidents in which you raised the stakes.
Just two?
Well, the really big one was when the vet said that the Chick was turning into a rooster (turns out, the vet was right). The girls kept wanting us to get rid of them, and after Joey said that we know the girls better than they know us (which we totally do!), this horrible betting war started. First, it started out being money, but once it got up to about $300, Rachel got pissed and said that it was all getting stupid.
So what did she say instead? "If we win, you get rid of the bird." Of course I went along, because I knew we'd kick their collective ass anyway. Joey wasn't so confident, but when I suggested that if we won, we got the girls' apartment, he was pretty much on board.
Of course, we won. And of course the girls were pissed.
The there was the time when I accidentally saw Rachel coming out of the shower. I'd gone over to the girls' apartment to find something to eat (what? Our refrigerator was empty), and I guess she didn't hear me come in, because she walked out of the bathroom naked! Of course, being mature adults, it was soon decided that I had to drop my pants to repay her. Uhm, how about no? So, of course, she came over to our apartment so she could walk in on me while I was in the shower.
Only I wasn't. Joey was. So now, Rachel owed him boobies, so a few days later, he went over to the girls' apartment to walk in on Rachel, only she wasn't even home. But Monica was.
So what's Monica do? Comes over to our apartment, and walks in on Joey while he was in the shower. And it was actually Joey. Senior.
Ah, to hell with it. I wanna tell you about Vegas, too! It was me and Monica's first anniversary, and to celebrate, we went to Vegas. On the flight there, we had a fight over that Big Tree (... Richard, by the way. Her ex) and were both in kind of a bad mood once we got to the hotel. I went up to our room, and I don't know where Monica went. All I do know is that when I came back down to find her, she was in the arms of another man (okay, even I'll admit that he was just in the right place at the right time; Monica had just won pretty big at one of the tables). At the time, I didn't really see it that way, so I put up this big scene about leaving, which she talked me out of, and convinced me to stay with her while she gambled.
Man, was that woman ever on a streak, too. I'm telling you, I've never seen somebody win so many times in a row. I was in shock. So much so, that I started saying ridiculous things before she rolled the dice each time. "Roll another eight, and we'll get the biggest suite in the hotel." "Roll another eight, and we'll buy everyone here dinner." "Roll a hard eight, and we'll get married, right here in Vegas."
Yeah, as it turns out, we really weren't ready to get married.
Oh, god, and how can I tell that story without telling you about when we had just started dating. Our friends tend to blow everything so far out of proportion, that when Monica and I started seeing one another, we'd agreed that we just weren't gonna tell anybody. We knew we'd have to, eventually, but after Joey found us out, he just proved exactly why we wanted to keep it to ourselves. Yeah, it was a big deal, but jeez, Joey. You didn't have to shout.
Anyway, eventually, the girls found out... somehow. I'm still not really sure how, actually. But they did, and decided to mess with us, in the form of having Phoebe come on to me. Blatantly. I mean, she kept grabbing my ass right in front of Monica, and everything. It didn't really take us very long at all to realise that Phoebe and Rachel had caught on to us, and really, the only logical thing to do was to mess back. Later that night, I called Phoebe and invited her over to my apartment. Apparently, they figured out that we knew that they knew, and... yeah. The next thing I knew, we were both trying to get drunk to work up the nerve to kiss one another.
Only I couldn't do it. Especially with Monica just in the next room.
Oh, yeah! And then there was the time when...