I had been working on a little graphic presentation of sorts that illustrated The Engagement Story as well as the ring, but something about it just isn't right. It's one thing for me to tell you the story, but illustrations make it maybe just a little too intrusive. So here's the story in word form:
On Saturday, August 11, I had finished my last night of overnight Labor and Delivery shifts, so I slept all day. When I woke up at 5 pm, we went out to dinner as we normally do, opting to try a new restaurant, the Come Back Inn (and yes, we will!). Eric suggested we go to the 9:30 set at the Jazz Factory, but since it was only 6 pm, we had some time to kill, so I suggested ice cream first. Then Eric suggested getting a glass of wine at home. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. Yes, the apartment had been cleaned extensively when I got home Saturday morning, but I thought maybe Eric had just finally realized that our apartment was a disaster area (haha, wishful thinking). Yes, Eric was opening my car door for me, but he often does this -- although that night, he was opening the door EVERY single time I got in.
So we get home, open a bottle of wine, and sit down on the couch. Eric brings up a writing exercise we once undertook in college: We would each write one sentence of a story, then switch, and see where our sentences took us. He asked if I might want to try that again, and I agreed to it. So Eric started off with a nice introduction about two fictional people named Holly and Eric who lived in Louisville. And then I took the pen. We shouldn't forget that I had just finished two weeks of delivering babies, one of which was all over-night shifts, so my brain was completely addled. I derailed that story quicker than you could imagine with a sentence about kittens who drink beer. Eric, always perserverant, brought the tale back on track, and I continued to derail it, until all of a sudden I realized that it was sort of odd that Eric's sentences were so much more on the serious/romantic side than the crazy/silly side. Then I started to get some palpitations. The apartment is clean... He kept opening doors for me... But of course, I had to pee. Dammit. In the bathroom, I kept having palpitations. No, I'm just being silly. There's no way he's going to propose. I was pretty nervous as I walked back into the living room, not sure if I was going to be entering a different scene -- like a dark room with candles or something (no, I wasn't in the bathroom that long) -- but everything looked normal. Whew. Then Eric handed me the journal we were writing in, with his next sentence. "Eric finally thought of his next sentence, and it went like this: And then, without further ado, it happened." I looked up. And then WHAT happened? I was sufficiently nervous and the grammar was sufficiently unusual that I was confused. And I still didn't want to believe it. So I turned to Eric and said, "And then WHAT happened?" And Eric said some sweet things, pulled a ring box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee.
After some tears and me saying "Yes!" we opened a bottle of champagne, grabbed our cell phones, and started calling people with the good news. Then we opened another bottle of champagne for more phone calls. And then, around 11 pm, we invited all our friends out to Proof on Main for celebratory drinks, where I had another three cocktails, the aforementioned Capri Martini.
So that's the story. It's a good one, I must say :)
And here's the ring. This is the best picture I can get -- my crappy camera can't handle the sparkle very well, so I can't really get the stone in focus.
It's pretty sweet :)We're planning for a May 2009 wedding. Details to come!
4 comments:
So sweet ! And he did a great job with the ring ! I'm so excited for y'all !!!
the real question everyone wants to know is: What did y'all have to eat at the restaurant? j/k. nice rock, soup. so excited for you guys. yeah!
We had:
-Antipasto wontons: Like a very large mozarella stick, but with proscuitto in addition to the cheese, and wrapped like an eggroll (NOT a wonton). With marinara to dip. Very tasty.
-Signature Chicago Italian Beef sandwich (Eric). Very large, very juicy. Must eat with knife and fork, which Eric is not a fan of. I'm definitely going to get it myself next time.
-Linguine with meatballs and marinara (me). This is normally not something I order in a restaurant ("I can cook f*ing pasta with red sauce at home myself for a tenth of the cost of this!") but I was craving something hearty and homemade and the feel of the place made me think it would be worth it. Plus I never actually make meatballs, just meat sauce. It was really good. And gigantic. Enough for leftovers the next day. Next time I'll try something a little less boring, but it did the trick that night.
-I suggested a bottle of wine (chianti, yum), but Eric didn't seem into it, which I realize now is because he had a plan to go back to the apartment and drink wine later. Sneaky boy.
congrats!
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