I knew Vince was a WWE fan before we even started dating, but I didn’t think he would ever ask me to go to a Wrestlemania with him. That is, until the summer of 2013 rolled around and Vince brought up the idea of going to New Orleans for Wrestlemania, which would take place in March 2014. After 8 months of preparation, we traveled to the Big Easy and I was hooked. Not only did I get to watch oiled-up, muscle-clad men roll around in their skivvies, but I also got to go to Wrestlemania.
The following year flew by, and before I knew it, we were preparing for our next Wrestlemania trip. This time we were off to California. We decided to extend our trip and stay in Big Sur for a few days before Wrestlemania. We rented a car and ventured down Highway 1 to our cozy cabin on the banks of the Big Sur River. It was fantastic; the cabin had all the amenities we could ask for, but was small enough so we can tell people that we were “roughing it” in Big Sur. We went hiking during the day and came back to the cabin to cook dinner and enjoy a campfire each night. Not to mention that great California wine! (Or at least the great $6 – $18 bottles the campground general store had in stock.)
Our last day in Big Sur came way too soon, and we got back on Highway 1 to begin the Wrestlemania leg of our trip. (Notice how I’m skipping over our death hike, as I still have nightmares about the never-ending mountain. To hear more about my hiking woes, read Vince’s version of our engagement story). We stopped at one more state park about 20 minutes away from where we stayed, Andrew Molera State Park.
We hiked along a trail that led to a beach. I was kind of sad that our time in Big Sur was over and I was trying to soak in every last moment there. We got to the beach and watched some crazy people surfing right next to some huge rocks. Seriously, RIGHT NEXT to the rocks. The beach was pretty empty beside the surfers, so we kept walking.
At one point, I was staring out into the ocean and mildly zoning everything else out. Vince was behind me and said my name. I turned around and he was down on one knee. He said the last two years had been the happiest of his life, and every day was better than the last. “So I was wondering, will you marry me?”
Meanwhile, my stomach felt like it had fallen onto the beach and was now somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. My brain was going a million miles per hour yet not moving at all. All I could muster was “are you being serious right now?!” Vince replied, “YES! Why else would I have this ring?” I squeaked out a “yes” and he put the most perfect ring onto my finger. Then we had to run further inland as a wave came crashing onto shore right at that moment (probably the ocean giving me back my stomach). It was the happiest moment of my life, wave and all.
The moment was incredibly surreal. Looking back now, it’s as though we always knew we were going to get married. When we first started dating, I lived in Stevens Point and Vince lived in Lake Geneva so we rarely saw each other. One time he visited around the holidays, and we were hanging out in the kitchen and listening to music, dancing and playing our favorite songs for each other. I played a David Bowie song for Vince and told him that it would be the first dance song at our wedding, and we danced in the kitchen as Christmas lights twinkled throughout the apartment. Mind you, I don’t think we had even been dating for 6 months at this point, yet we both knew we would be dancing to that song at our wedding someday.
We continued to randomly bring up the thought of marriage over the course of our relationship, either with me drunkenly asking if Vince was going to marry me someday, or with Vince stating he’s going to walk down the aisle to “Cult of Personality” à la CM Punk. Vince even brought up rings once in the late summer/early fall of 2014. He started talking about titanium and platinum and seemed really overwhelmed, so I thought I should give him a hint when Christmas rolled around by sending him a link with the style of jewelry that I really liked (wink wink). This little nudge pushed Vince in the right direction, as I couldn’t be more in love with my ring (or him!).
Going back to the proposal, my brain was eventually able to semi-function again, and we drove to the city and celebrated in true VinSamity style – with pizza and beer (and Wrestlemania, of course).