how i knew

I sat in the Beach Bar at Byron last weekend, taking it all in. The rugby was on and All Blacks were playing Ireland. Boyfriend is a Kiwi and thus a mad All Blacks man and I'll admit it makes for tense World Cups.

For some reason though I wanted them to win. Even though I'm of Irish heritage (who isn't these days?). Even though my favourite color is green. Even though Kiwi pride bloody annoys me!

I realised it's because I'm so in love with Boyfriend. It's puke-worthy. It's gross. It's "Un-Austrayan". But he's so cute when his team wins and it's the best feeling in the world to see him so happy.

So go All Blacks! (until the next World Cup anyway)