I know it’s hackneyed, but it demands to be said: Could Chandler BE any more lukewarm about this event? He’s in New York because he and Jennifer Morrison are co-starring in a play on Broadway, The End of Longing, which he wrote (and which Jessica and I thought about seeing in London last year, but if I remember correctly it got savage reviews). But judging by his general demeanor, longing gave up the ghost a while ago, and he’s just marking time until his hairline tan issue fixes itself and he stops having to ask Jennifer to explain her outfits — in this case, a baggy tube top and what appears to be one of Hagrid’s old workout tanks that she sewed into a onesie. Although, come to think of it… whose pants fit worse? Oh, Chandler. PIVOT, dude.