Randie Waits
Letting someone go isn’t easy. Best friends do this when they “lose their pal to marriage.” But strong friendships prevail and thrive as long as the “marriage unit” doesn’t clam up… or move away. Randie, here, is using her imagination to imagine the worst.
Ah. Did Randie go to the bar to console Ryan or for him to console her? A bit of both I trust.
“Marriage units” always “clam up” (nice squid row imagery) to non-marriage units.
Randie is so toast. Could a rebound relationship with Mouse be in the works? Erk.
Hopefully Ryan does show or call soon; if you’re sad when sober, you’re sobbing while drunk.
Ah, at least the, uh, “bright side” is that she’ll have a brief respite from pondering personal tragedies-to-be when nursing her hangover the next morning.
No way you can figure your life out with an exploding brain.
Okay, that’s not good. What to do? What to do?
Well, a bar can be a great yet terrible place for a depressed girl to hook up with a likewise depressed patron of the male persuasion.
Isn’t life supposed to look brighter while wearing “beer goggles”?
“supposed to” =/= “does”
“Yay”germeister… is just as the name indicates… it would be MY equivalent of “beer googles”… I have often heard it referred to as “a medicinal” … ya know… makes things better.
In any case… Randie is facing the possibility of losing her best pal… that is a “Goodnuff” reason to need a medicinal beverage. (sorry! couldn’t help it!)
Personally, I’ve never cared for black licorice, bottled or otherwise. Well, at least Jager shots wont give you beer bloat, although I’m fairly sure they can sneak up on you if you lose count.
Argh! Bad college tie-in, Brig. You know pun spelled backwards is nup. And, a nup is a nup.
(chuckle…”a nup” stands in for “enough.”)
In my psycho profiling world, Randie is losing more than a emotionally and financially supportive best pal. She’s losing her personality and identity anchor. Or is she? Here she’s going through the grieving process and then tomorrow Ryan will be right there again. Not good. It’s like having a loved companion die off on you over and over again. Sooner or later, one way or another, its got to stop, for the sake of her sanity.
Helen Fielding said it best, through Bridget Jones’ Diary: Smug Marrieds.
And I can certainly see stick’s point about the grieving process.
The sad, sad truth is that friends just come and go. As long as you don’t lose them in a bad way that’s all you can really ask for.
The grammar in that last sentence was terrible, but I’m too sad to fix it. Barkeep! Another round a’drowning!
@ stick-figurer. Married units *usually* clam up to non-married, yes… but not always. My best friend in the world, now married almost 10 years, is still my best friend. We hang out, find time for ‘girls night’, I babysit her kids, etc. I think the key is that her husband is now my SECOND best friend– we all get along marvelously.
Well, I’ll probably be proved wrong in a few minutes, but I’m pretty sure that Randie has never been drunk in the comic. She’s been on a sugar high, yes, but not booze.
Not sure about Brig, though 😉
Mark, running like… something running very fast!
Dani: You are very fortunate.
Astragali… Smug Marrieds… I like that.. and… There was an Olympic storyline… Hit the “pub” in the tag cloud (on the right). You’ll see… Randie was definitely a bit boozey.