Post by Andy D on Jul 5, 2016 18:38:25 GMT -5
Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit -Billy Connolly
Oh man, what a crazy 24 hours it’s been. So presuming your not still inebriated, you’ll probably remember that yesterday was July 4th, a.k.a Independence Day. Now normally, as much as I like a good party and fireworks show, I tend to avoid most people on July 4th due to the xenophobic insults I usually find directed my way (on account of me being British and trying to celebrate a holiday that has a basis in gaining independence from the British).
Becks, on the other hand, enjoys a good party and fireworks show… and will let nothing get in her way of enjoying it. Apparently that includes my avoidance of the event.
To be fair, we went to a Barbecue at the house of one of Beck’s work colleagues, so the chances of stupidity were lowered considerably. Still some ‘bright spark’ inevitably turned the topic of conversation to politics. And of course, since there was an Englishman and a Scotswoman in the place, the ‘hot topic’ was inevitably the Brexit.
To be honest I didn’t care much for the conversation. Not that I’m not invested in the whole EU referendum stuff (although a little less now that we somehow voted the wrong way) its just I really hate politics talk with my alcohol. That’s how things like Brexit happens in the first place. But the rest of them seemed happy to converse about a topic that concerns most of them in small ways. Becks was quite happy pointing out that Scotland could shoot for their own independence from the UK and get back into the EU.
“And then sweetie, when we’re married, you can get Scottish nationality and be back to all the EU benefits.”
We all laughed at her comments and there were comments on what a great idea, but something hit me deep inside. when we’re married? I mean yeah, we met years ago, and we were flirting with each other half way across the globe for the better part of a year but realistically we’re not even been together for 6 months. (Side note, remember to do something awesome for 6 month anniversary. Or at least remember 6 month anniversary.)
Still when? I didn’t realise that we were that serious. As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one.
“Can we talk about this evening?” Becks said as soon as we got back to her place. “About what I said earlier?”
“About what exactly?” I did not want to pick a specific topic on what this may have been about (like marriage), in case it wasn’t that topic she wanted to talk about. I know enough about relationships to know that I do not want to open a second can of worms after we’ve had a fun day and some booze being consumed if I can help it.
“About… Well when I…” Becks stammered around looking for the best way to phrase something “The Marr...”
“The marriage thing you said?” I asked, finally throwing down the topic out onto the floor.
“Aye” Becks confirmed. “That didn’t weird you out when I said that, did it?”
Yeah, matter of fact it did. “I… err well…” Now it was my turn to stammer around looking for the best way to phrase something
“Cause it totally weirded me out when I said it.” Yeah, that stopped me in my tracks.
“It weirded you out?” I hesitantly asked?
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” Becks sighed and flopped into her couch at my revelation.
“What does this mean?” Becks questioned in mild anguish.
“Nothing, there is no meaning in any of this” I replied, joining her on the couch and putting an arm around her shoulder for comfort. I mean, there was no need to over psychoanalyse something said in jest.
“Yeah, but I said the ‘M’ word and we’re both weirded out by it” Ok, fine. Lets psychoanalyse it then.
“Look, all it means is that we are completely comfortable in each other that we can say something about marriage, because its something that could happen, should happen. Probably even will happen.” I explained, trying to convince myself more than my girlfriend. “But what we have right now is awesome and we don’t need to think about changing anything yet.”
Becks nodded as much as she could considering she planted her head on my shoulder and looked to be drifting off right now. Got she was cute when she did that. “Ether that or we can blame the alcohol. That has excuse has gotten me out of several existential crisis’ before”
Becks laughed before she agreed. But I couldn’t help but wonder if this was somehow going to disrupt our safe and secure mentality we have seemed to develop about our relationship.
Safe and secure. Now there’s two words that don’t apply to my wresting career at the moment. I find myself in tag team action this week, and in a complete cliché I find that one of the guys I was fighting against last trauma is the guy I’m teaming up with this week. Justin Kaard.
I don’t have any issues with Justin. Hell, I like the guy. And he’s far more over the top in regards to high flying, risk taking and general crazy antics. Hopefully the two of us working together is going to make one hell of a show. Our opponents on the other hand is the troubling part.
On the one hand, Grimm is always someone to be concerned about. More of a destructive force of nature than a hurricane, an earthquake and a volcano hitting all at the same time, Grimm is never to be taken lightly at any point or the local hospital will be doing a lot of business with you for the next year. You can gain a mini confidence boost any time you manage to squeak a win out against the Horror from Hangtown. Although that never lasts long as you always wonder what he’ll do next time he’s in the ring with you.
On the other hand, Seromine. A man who will be challenging me soon for the International Championship and someone I’m not completely sure how to deal with. The upcoming match would be a good way to see what he’s like in the ring, if I hadn’t already watched his past couple of matches. The guy has had very different strategies in each of his matches and his ‘followers’ have been a complete variable into how they’ll be a factor in a match. That makes them tough to prepare for. But I’ll have to figure something out as Return to Glory isn’t so far away.
You know it’s funny in a way. I figured that my life was cruising for a complete 180 overhaul and some major event was going throw me into complete chaos. What I didn’t know was if it was going to be from my personal life with Becks or my professional life with PCW.
As it turns out, it came out of left field and while I should have, I never saw it coming. Like I said, its been a crazy 24 hours. And so far, I haven’t told you half of it.
Oh man, what a crazy 24 hours it’s been. So presuming your not still inebriated, you’ll probably remember that yesterday was July 4th, a.k.a Independence Day. Now normally, as much as I like a good party and fireworks show, I tend to avoid most people on July 4th due to the xenophobic insults I usually find directed my way (on account of me being British and trying to celebrate a holiday that has a basis in gaining independence from the British).
Becks, on the other hand, enjoys a good party and fireworks show… and will let nothing get in her way of enjoying it. Apparently that includes my avoidance of the event.
To be fair, we went to a Barbecue at the house of one of Beck’s work colleagues, so the chances of stupidity were lowered considerably. Still some ‘bright spark’ inevitably turned the topic of conversation to politics. And of course, since there was an Englishman and a Scotswoman in the place, the ‘hot topic’ was inevitably the Brexit.
To be honest I didn’t care much for the conversation. Not that I’m not invested in the whole EU referendum stuff (although a little less now that we somehow voted the wrong way) its just I really hate politics talk with my alcohol. That’s how things like Brexit happens in the first place. But the rest of them seemed happy to converse about a topic that concerns most of them in small ways. Becks was quite happy pointing out that Scotland could shoot for their own independence from the UK and get back into the EU.
“And then sweetie, when we’re married, you can get Scottish nationality and be back to all the EU benefits.”
We all laughed at her comments and there were comments on what a great idea, but something hit me deep inside. when we’re married? I mean yeah, we met years ago, and we were flirting with each other half way across the globe for the better part of a year but realistically we’re not even been together for 6 months. (Side note, remember to do something awesome for 6 month anniversary. Or at least remember 6 month anniversary.)
Still when? I didn’t realise that we were that serious. As it turns out, I wasn’t the only one.
“Can we talk about this evening?” Becks said as soon as we got back to her place. “About what I said earlier?”
“About what exactly?” I did not want to pick a specific topic on what this may have been about (like marriage), in case it wasn’t that topic she wanted to talk about. I know enough about relationships to know that I do not want to open a second can of worms after we’ve had a fun day and some booze being consumed if I can help it.
“About… Well when I…” Becks stammered around looking for the best way to phrase something “The Marr...”
“The marriage thing you said?” I asked, finally throwing down the topic out onto the floor.
“Aye” Becks confirmed. “That didn’t weird you out when I said that, did it?”
Yeah, matter of fact it did. “I… err well…” Now it was my turn to stammer around looking for the best way to phrase something
“Cause it totally weirded me out when I said it.” Yeah, that stopped me in my tracks.
“It weirded you out?” I hesitantly asked?
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” Becks sighed and flopped into her couch at my revelation.
“What does this mean?” Becks questioned in mild anguish.
“Nothing, there is no meaning in any of this” I replied, joining her on the couch and putting an arm around her shoulder for comfort. I mean, there was no need to over psychoanalyse something said in jest.
“Yeah, but I said the ‘M’ word and we’re both weirded out by it” Ok, fine. Lets psychoanalyse it then.
“Look, all it means is that we are completely comfortable in each other that we can say something about marriage, because its something that could happen, should happen. Probably even will happen.” I explained, trying to convince myself more than my girlfriend. “But what we have right now is awesome and we don’t need to think about changing anything yet.”
Becks nodded as much as she could considering she planted her head on my shoulder and looked to be drifting off right now. Got she was cute when she did that. “Ether that or we can blame the alcohol. That has excuse has gotten me out of several existential crisis’ before”
Becks laughed before she agreed. But I couldn’t help but wonder if this was somehow going to disrupt our safe and secure mentality we have seemed to develop about our relationship.
Safe and secure. Now there’s two words that don’t apply to my wresting career at the moment. I find myself in tag team action this week, and in a complete cliché I find that one of the guys I was fighting against last trauma is the guy I’m teaming up with this week. Justin Kaard.
I don’t have any issues with Justin. Hell, I like the guy. And he’s far more over the top in regards to high flying, risk taking and general crazy antics. Hopefully the two of us working together is going to make one hell of a show. Our opponents on the other hand is the troubling part.
On the one hand, Grimm is always someone to be concerned about. More of a destructive force of nature than a hurricane, an earthquake and a volcano hitting all at the same time, Grimm is never to be taken lightly at any point or the local hospital will be doing a lot of business with you for the next year. You can gain a mini confidence boost any time you manage to squeak a win out against the Horror from Hangtown. Although that never lasts long as you always wonder what he’ll do next time he’s in the ring with you.
On the other hand, Seromine. A man who will be challenging me soon for the International Championship and someone I’m not completely sure how to deal with. The upcoming match would be a good way to see what he’s like in the ring, if I hadn’t already watched his past couple of matches. The guy has had very different strategies in each of his matches and his ‘followers’ have been a complete variable into how they’ll be a factor in a match. That makes them tough to prepare for. But I’ll have to figure something out as Return to Glory isn’t so far away.
You know it’s funny in a way. I figured that my life was cruising for a complete 180 overhaul and some major event was going throw me into complete chaos. What I didn’t know was if it was going to be from my personal life with Becks or my professional life with PCW.
As it turns out, it came out of left field and while I should have, I never saw it coming. Like I said, its been a crazy 24 hours. And so far, I haven’t told you half of it.
