Today Jen and I took the tram to Flinders together after our guitar lesson got cancelled and us not knowing about it (since we didn’t go to ensemble at lunchtime. Had we gone we’d’ve known sooner) and we got onto the topic of, once again, the perpetual gayness that is Bel and Julia.
(Sorry guys, but honestly…)
Okay, to clear the air for my readers and for the sake of both their reputations: Julia and Bel are most definitely NOT GAY. Although at a glance you’d think, “You’re kidding right? What could be more gay than those two!?” but really, really, honestly, they’re not gay.
I’m not anti-gay, quite the opposite (ooh I think I just took a standpoint on a semi-public blog. Will I get flamed?) but I’m just clarifying for THEIR (non anti-gay) SAKE that they’re not gay.
Okay, to my actual point.
We (Jen and I) were discussing how when they’re together, it’s cute and all, but there is a limit of mushiness that we as their third-party friends can handle before it just becomes plain uncomfortable. You know how if you’re third-wheeling with a friend and their boy/girlfriend, and they get a bit kissy huggy “I lub chuu”-ey and you sorta have to look away with an embarrassed but hopefully not digusted expression? Yeah, with Bel and Julia it’s pretty much like that except they don’t kiss, they just hug and punch a lot.
Like when we were at Sale, and Jen and I were sitting separate to them (and Vania was with them but for the sake of this argument let’s move Vania a bit further away) and throughout the night every time I looked at them they were sort of in each other’s arms (in a really non-gay way. Can I stop saying that now?) and sleeping on each other.
Or the fact that they celebrated their one-year anniversary (of meeting one another).
Okay, so Jen and I were still saying stuff like, “Could they BE more gay?” (that was me) and then I was musing out loud about hybrid couple names.
Take for example, Brangelina. By the way, they’re Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, in case you’ve been (in the words of Sonam) “living in and just come out of a rainforest”.
Or Posh and Becks.
You get my drift. And Wutinie, if you’re going for closer to home.
Jen said, “Yeah, you know you’re an official couple when you’ve got a hybrid couple name.”
There was a pause.
And I said, “Julinda.”
We’ve now got a “Couple Name” for Julia and Bel. To make it easier to refer to them, we shall call them…
And the world rejoices.