So, a funny think happened to me in Brussels a few weeks back. I got engaged! To be married! To a boy! For reals! I’m not sure why its taken me so long to fully process this information and write about it. But its a pretty fucking big deal if I’m honest. And I want to be honest, I really do.
So, let’s start off with some Brussels information. It’s a city. In Belgium? They speak French as well as some other form of language that sounds like hacking a toothpick out if your throat. But at least the French gives me an opportunity to whip out the three words I remember from my GCSEs, Monsieur. Yeah, you heard me.
But other than the above information, I had very little else to go on before I arrived. I knew about the chips and mayonnaise and the waffles. So they were on my list of things to do. Honestly – my expectations were so low, all I wanted to do was “drink a beer”, “eat chips” and “eat a waffle”.
I did all three things. Rather disappointingly, the waffle turned out to be of the sweet variety rather than the Birdseye Potato variety, but you know, you can’t have everything. The city itself subscribes to the “generic European city” sort of ethos. Lots of big old buildings and generic cobbled streets that make you think Jason Bourne is about to speed past in a Mini, snapping a policeman’s neck.
After walking around for the morning and ordering a bad sandwich – what I thought was going to be a roast beef sandwich turned out to be a raw beef sandwich. Raw minced beef. I ate my boyfriend’s cheese sandwich instead – after that we went back to our room for a well deserved nap. What? We were up early to get the train okay?
In the evening, Brussels becomes a different place – a way more fun place. For a start, there’s bands everywhere. The main square just has loads of live bands playing all evening. Brass bands wander the streets playing Queen tracks. We were sat outside a bar having a beer (tick) when a brass band set up in front of us and started playing. Within about ten minutes there was a crowd around them popping to oompah funk they were parping out. We walked down the same same street later and a guy had pulled up in an ice cream van fitted out with decks and speakers, and was pumping out some Whigfield-esque party tunes. Marvellous.
So, anyway, me being me, I just wanted to carry to carry on getting drunk, and the fella wanted to go back to the hotel… So three large Jack’s later, I relented and we made our way back. We ordered another drink at the bar (my idea, obviously) and took it back to our room, where, just moments later, HE ONY WENT AND FUCKING PROPOSED TO ME.
So I did the only courteous thing. I giggled like a school girl sniffing poppers and said yes! I’m getting married! And you know when people say “it doesn’t feel any different”? Well, they’re talking bollocks because it does and it’s AMAZING. So as well as trying to achieve 36 things whilst being 36, I’m also getting married. Hence number 11 on the list. It’s going to happen on the 6th September next year. You’re going to be with me along the way for all the fun that’s going to go in to organising it. By “fun”, I obviously mean “horrible stress and possible crying”.
Can’t wait!
littledrinker 