Sunday was used as a relative rest day, after hitting the ground running the way that we did (if you overlook the hardcore 12 hour sleep fest of the first day/night), and was spent catching up on a little sleep before the main point of the day: to meet Thea’s friend, Connie, who has been doing her second year of University over in Vancouver.
This meeting would be somewhat fortuitous, as Sunday was the first day that we bore witness to what was, apparently a common part of Vancouver: rain. Lots and lots of rain.
Whilst in Indiana, I took advantage of the fact that the Ninja Turtles movie was already theatrically released in the United States and endeavoured to see it before I had to fly back to ol’ Blighty. For those not in the know: I am a huge Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fan. Always have been, always will be. I couldn’t wait to watch those four lean, mean, green, ninja machines light up the silver screen. But, like most, people I had that little niggling voice shouting out in the back of my head; like most, I had my doubts.
It’s easy to be jealous, to succumb to that roiling, unsettling feeling, deep within the pit of your stomach. To look at somebody else and their accomplishments, some seemingly achieved so easily in relation to your own struggles, and allow that sense of odd displacement deep inside to knock you off balance can be totally natural reaction to most situation.
It’s being able to try and roll with the punches, to graciously accept the situation you may find yourself within, whatever it may be, and rise above that can help define character.
As I write this, on the 1st of April 2014, it has been two years since I fulfilled a childhood dream of mine by attending the amazing spectacle that was Wrestlemania XXVIII. As a life long WWE fan, this was a huge moment for me. I had attended wrestling events in the past whenever they found themselves crossing the pond to perform for us over here in sunny ol’ England, but to put up the cash, purchase tickets, fly across the fucking planet in order to watch the wonderfully wacky world of professional wrestling unfold in front of me, let alone the fact it was goddamn Wrestlemania…well, it was an undeniable geekgasm of an experience for me.
Two years have passed since then, and a lot of things have changed.