Post by Andy D on Feb 24, 2014 19:40:42 GMT -5
To alcohol! The cause of... and solution to... all of life's problems – Homer Simpson; The Simpsons {Episode: Homer Vs The Eighteenth Amendment}
I need to apologise straight off. Usually I have some kind of anecdote of something that has occurred to me during the last week or so, to which I can cleverly tie in to what’s going on with me in PCW, like my upcoming opponent or a reflection of what just happened.
This week though, I got nothing. No anecdote, no story, no simple musing. So yeah, sorry about that.
I’ve got Michael Wright this week. Showtime is a cool guy, or he was when we had a drink together in that bar that one time. He seems a little intense at the moment, probably something to do with what happened between Grimm and him at the PPV. Beyond that, I don’t really know anything, and I don’t really have any specific thoughts on the matter, just the usual match preparation stuff.
So yeah... I can’t help but feel like I’m short changing you guys somehow. But I’ve been busy and it’s been boring, nothing really that interesting or noteworthy has happened to me recently. Of course I’m not saying that any of the anecdotes I usually tell are that interesting in the first place, but that should only go to prove to you just how uninteresting my last few weeks have been.
Ok, there may be one thing I can recount, not that it’s interesting or even remotely relevant. But at least it would be something, right? I don’t blame you in the slightest if you want to just bail now, come back next time and with a bit of luck there’ll be something a bit better.
So every year on Valentines Day, I’m single (of course I’m single every other day of the year too), so myself and the 2Guys usually end up around someone’s place drinking copious amounts of alcohol in a general “Screw You” to the whole expectation that we have to be in some kind of love relationship at this time of year.
Of course, Jackle now has a girlfriend, so he was out of town on a romantic weekend. Which left just Menace and myself drinking around at my flat. What follows is excerpts from our various conversations during the evening. I’ll be honest, due to the vast amounts of alcohol consumed, I don’t remember everything, but here’s what I do remember.
“All I’m saying is that if your wrestling career were to disappear tomorrow, what would you have?” Menace asked.
“Oh, like you had some great master plan” I retorted, alluding to the fact that since he stopped actively competing, he’s not done a lot more than annoy me.
“But that’s my point.” Menace started “I’ve bounced around for odd job to odd job, little bits and pieces here and there and barely surviving sometimes. I’m proof on just how important it is to have a back up plan.”
He took a gulp or two of his beer before adding “Hell, if it wasn’t for the money you give myself and Jackle, I probably would have starved or missed a rent payment ages ago.”
This did stun me for a moment “Money I give…” I said confused “But I don’t give you any money.”
“Dude, we’re your ‘Life Advisors’” Menace said, using air quotes and all “If you think we didn’t take up that role without getting paid by commission, you’re more foolish than you think you already are for accepting us as ‘Life Advisors’ in the first place.”
It probably shouldn’t have been that much of a revelation, but it was. Especially since I didn’t know about it after all this time, how long ago was it that they managed to bribe me into this deal? It also highlighted a danger of the 2Guys I had inevitably fallen into; I had completely underestimated their intelligence. That fact in of itself scared me.
We discussed various things I could possibly do if my wrestling career were to dry up, with my suggestions being more like working in a warehouse or McDonalds and Menace’s suggestions being more talk show host or movie star. On an aside, I may have a possibility to have a minor role in an upcoming animated movie, which wouldn’t be out for a few years anyway. Still, Voice Acting is a pretty decent area to work in if you can get in it. Maybe that might be something to look into further.
I don’t recall how it happened, but after a few hours of drinking we had gotten hungry and headed into the kitchen to make sandwiches. I actually don’t remember much about the sandwiches themselves, but I know this was the reason Menace was telling a story of the time he was not sober while placing an order in a deli.
“So I’m standing there, this old woman behind the counter asking ‘What do you want?’ and I’m standing there, glazed eyes, rocking back and forth a bit while looking over the counter. Finally I go ‘Gorgonzola.’”
He pointed in front of him, as if the deli counter was right in front of him. “And then she goes ‘And?’” Menace carried on his story “And? I thought, well I looked over the counter before finally picking something else. ‘Onions!’”
“Well, she took one look at me and said, ‘You don’t have any friends do you?’” I laughed while Menace carried on, holding his hands up “Well I went on the defensive. ‘Of course I have friends’ I said, to which she replied ‘Well you won’t have for long!’”
“Wait, she made you the sandwich?” I asked, through laugher and making my own bread based concoction
“Hell yeah, and the gorgonzola was fantastic!” Unfortunately I don’t remember anything more than that for a few hours.
Considering this was a sort of Anti-Valentines day drinking session, we somehow both agreed that watching a Rom-Com movie was a good idea. Where we found one to watch I don’t recall, I know I don’t own any on DVD or Blu-rays, but alas we did find one.
In my inebriated state however, I cannot recall what the name of the movie was or who stared in it, but I do remember that it involved a man and a woman who randomly met each other, didn’t really like each other, ended up falling in love and ended up together to live a life happily ever after, although there was a moment right before hand when one of them looked to be leaving town forever for some reason which would have meant them never being together.
It’s amazing what you actually remember about things when you’re drunk, right.
The last thing I remember before waking up the next afternoon with a killer hangover was hearing Menace throwing up in the bathroom. That actually wasn’t from the alcohol in itself, although that may not have helped, as he’s had a lot heavier sessions than that without too much problems (bar the killer hangover the next few days). No, what caused Menace to vomit turned out to be some out of date mayonnaise I’d completely forgotten was still in the fridge, which of course didn’t really agree with Menace at all and he had to eject it from his digestive system as quickly as possible.
After he was better, he did come back to mine and went through my entire fridge, freezer and cupboards looking for anything even remotely not in date. Well that saved me doing that myself, although it did leave me having to replace a lot more food than I had planned on getting in my next shopping trip.
And that was my Valentines night. There are a lot of blank spots during it, although considering it was just myself and Menace inside my flat I doubt anything massively interesting happened anyway. Which is why I wasn’t really planning on telling you guys about it, but the lack of an alternative seems to have tipped my hand.
Though I swear to you now, after Trauma I will go out and try to make the most interesting thing to happen to me, just have an anecdote next time to make up for this. Or I’ll get drunk and have random conversations with Menace again, one or the other.
I need to apologise straight off. Usually I have some kind of anecdote of something that has occurred to me during the last week or so, to which I can cleverly tie in to what’s going on with me in PCW, like my upcoming opponent or a reflection of what just happened.
This week though, I got nothing. No anecdote, no story, no simple musing. So yeah, sorry about that.
I’ve got Michael Wright this week. Showtime is a cool guy, or he was when we had a drink together in that bar that one time. He seems a little intense at the moment, probably something to do with what happened between Grimm and him at the PPV. Beyond that, I don’t really know anything, and I don’t really have any specific thoughts on the matter, just the usual match preparation stuff.
So yeah... I can’t help but feel like I’m short changing you guys somehow. But I’ve been busy and it’s been boring, nothing really that interesting or noteworthy has happened to me recently. Of course I’m not saying that any of the anecdotes I usually tell are that interesting in the first place, but that should only go to prove to you just how uninteresting my last few weeks have been.
Ok, there may be one thing I can recount, not that it’s interesting or even remotely relevant. But at least it would be something, right? I don’t blame you in the slightest if you want to just bail now, come back next time and with a bit of luck there’ll be something a bit better.
So every year on Valentines Day, I’m single (of course I’m single every other day of the year too), so myself and the 2Guys usually end up around someone’s place drinking copious amounts of alcohol in a general “Screw You” to the whole expectation that we have to be in some kind of love relationship at this time of year.
Of course, Jackle now has a girlfriend, so he was out of town on a romantic weekend. Which left just Menace and myself drinking around at my flat. What follows is excerpts from our various conversations during the evening. I’ll be honest, due to the vast amounts of alcohol consumed, I don’t remember everything, but here’s what I do remember.
“All I’m saying is that if your wrestling career were to disappear tomorrow, what would you have?” Menace asked.
“Oh, like you had some great master plan” I retorted, alluding to the fact that since he stopped actively competing, he’s not done a lot more than annoy me.
“But that’s my point.” Menace started “I’ve bounced around for odd job to odd job, little bits and pieces here and there and barely surviving sometimes. I’m proof on just how important it is to have a back up plan.”
He took a gulp or two of his beer before adding “Hell, if it wasn’t for the money you give myself and Jackle, I probably would have starved or missed a rent payment ages ago.”
This did stun me for a moment “Money I give…” I said confused “But I don’t give you any money.”
“Dude, we’re your ‘Life Advisors’” Menace said, using air quotes and all “If you think we didn’t take up that role without getting paid by commission, you’re more foolish than you think you already are for accepting us as ‘Life Advisors’ in the first place.”
It probably shouldn’t have been that much of a revelation, but it was. Especially since I didn’t know about it after all this time, how long ago was it that they managed to bribe me into this deal? It also highlighted a danger of the 2Guys I had inevitably fallen into; I had completely underestimated their intelligence. That fact in of itself scared me.
We discussed various things I could possibly do if my wrestling career were to dry up, with my suggestions being more like working in a warehouse or McDonalds and Menace’s suggestions being more talk show host or movie star. On an aside, I may have a possibility to have a minor role in an upcoming animated movie, which wouldn’t be out for a few years anyway. Still, Voice Acting is a pretty decent area to work in if you can get in it. Maybe that might be something to look into further.
I don’t recall how it happened, but after a few hours of drinking we had gotten hungry and headed into the kitchen to make sandwiches. I actually don’t remember much about the sandwiches themselves, but I know this was the reason Menace was telling a story of the time he was not sober while placing an order in a deli.
“So I’m standing there, this old woman behind the counter asking ‘What do you want?’ and I’m standing there, glazed eyes, rocking back and forth a bit while looking over the counter. Finally I go ‘Gorgonzola.’”
He pointed in front of him, as if the deli counter was right in front of him. “And then she goes ‘And?’” Menace carried on his story “And? I thought, well I looked over the counter before finally picking something else. ‘Onions!’”
“Well, she took one look at me and said, ‘You don’t have any friends do you?’” I laughed while Menace carried on, holding his hands up “Well I went on the defensive. ‘Of course I have friends’ I said, to which she replied ‘Well you won’t have for long!’”
“Wait, she made you the sandwich?” I asked, through laugher and making my own bread based concoction
“Hell yeah, and the gorgonzola was fantastic!” Unfortunately I don’t remember anything more than that for a few hours.
Considering this was a sort of Anti-Valentines day drinking session, we somehow both agreed that watching a Rom-Com movie was a good idea. Where we found one to watch I don’t recall, I know I don’t own any on DVD or Blu-rays, but alas we did find one.
In my inebriated state however, I cannot recall what the name of the movie was or who stared in it, but I do remember that it involved a man and a woman who randomly met each other, didn’t really like each other, ended up falling in love and ended up together to live a life happily ever after, although there was a moment right before hand when one of them looked to be leaving town forever for some reason which would have meant them never being together.
It’s amazing what you actually remember about things when you’re drunk, right.
The last thing I remember before waking up the next afternoon with a killer hangover was hearing Menace throwing up in the bathroom. That actually wasn’t from the alcohol in itself, although that may not have helped, as he’s had a lot heavier sessions than that without too much problems (bar the killer hangover the next few days). No, what caused Menace to vomit turned out to be some out of date mayonnaise I’d completely forgotten was still in the fridge, which of course didn’t really agree with Menace at all and he had to eject it from his digestive system as quickly as possible.
After he was better, he did come back to mine and went through my entire fridge, freezer and cupboards looking for anything even remotely not in date. Well that saved me doing that myself, although it did leave me having to replace a lot more food than I had planned on getting in my next shopping trip.
And that was my Valentines night. There are a lot of blank spots during it, although considering it was just myself and Menace inside my flat I doubt anything massively interesting happened anyway. Which is why I wasn’t really planning on telling you guys about it, but the lack of an alternative seems to have tipped my hand.
Though I swear to you now, after Trauma I will go out and try to make the most interesting thing to happen to me, just have an anecdote next time to make up for this. Or I’ll get drunk and have random conversations with Menace again, one or the other.
