OK, ill start
So, i was on my way to a party that my next door neighbor invited me to with another mate of his and at the time i was only 17.
Bare in mind my next door neightbour was 25 at the time and we had known each other all our lives so age wasnt a concern.
It was however brought up that it wouldnt be wise that i mention i was only 17, plus if i wanted a chance with any of the older women 17 pretty much wouldnt cut it.
Matt (my neighbor) suggested we come up with a new age for me, 25 seemed realistic (i was quite tall and came across as relatively mature) but this wasnt enough.
His mate in the car at the time chimed in saying "yea, and he works with you at IBM on a telstra project"
well........this kicked of a series of ideas on backstories so that if i were to get questioned that i knew my shit.
At the time i was already running LAN gaming events so i knew my networking, computers ect ect so all good there with the "work stuff" but then it came around to the personal stuff
Name......my neighbour thinking this would be hilarious said "your name is Beaver", his mate (wanting to be part of this now hilarious facade) chimed in and said "Beaver Sinclair and your mums a porn star".........
well......the name sticked.......a little too well.
we went to the party and Matt/Nate were like kids with a new toy. i was getting dragged from group to group just so they could introduce me as "beaver sainclaire" and then proceed to wisper to the person "and his mums a porn star"
it didnt end there, there was a group of guys there whom i still have as mates, some 11 years later whom for about 5 years has 0 idea my name was not in fact Beaver and my mum was not a porn star.
my old man called me beaver, all my other mates (whom were not even in this group of friends) called me beaver and well......it stuck.
on comes my 21st birthday party......now i couldnt tell my mates (whom didnt know) that my name wasnt beaver now could i?
it wasn't hard to keep up the facade as most of the family after 3 years called me beaver too and my best mate, next door neighbor and dad all whom did speeches were going to call me beaver any way......
The invites went out to this group of friends with "beaver saincalire's 21st" on them and i pretty much pulled off a 21st part with them not knowing
did it end there? no
At the 21st, in true form of making shit up my neighbour basically made an entire story up about how my car got a dint in the back panel (someone kicked it in) instead he told my ENTIRE FAMILY how i flipped out and headbutted the back of the car panel in a fit of rage.
*sigh* i had to run with the story i suppose.
so, 5 years after "that night i was deemed beaver sainclaire" i was in the line to a club called robata and obviously the bouncers were checking id's (yes up untill this point my mates still didnt know and still didnt chime in).
I pulle dout my id and one of my mates "G" (Gerhard) said "your name isnt Brett, its beaver Sainclaire"..........
WELL, the jig was up, i had to confess the bouncer i was in fact Brett and take my mates to the side and come clean
to say that it was hilarious was an understatement. they were pretty much kissing the ground i walked on for being able to lie to them for 5 years about my name and what i did for a living.
even after coming clean about my name they still had to ask "is your mum a porn star", i said no.....they were disappointed about this but still in hysterics.
After that we got some tshirts made for all the people i knew after letting them know.
- Who is Beaver Sainclaire
- I lived next door to Beaver Sainclaire
- I knew the guy whom lived next door to Beaver Sainclaire
- I'm dating the guy whom knew the guy whom lived next door to Beaver Saincalire
shirts like that.
anyway, thats my story
my next door neighbour now calls me "Captain Beaver Bilko Sainclaire" as im a dive instructor (no logic there but yea