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He said yes!
Jan. 3rd, 2005 03:14 pmThe Scene: New Year's Eve
The Time: Slightly after a dinner out
The Place: Our apartment
The Music: Paula Abdul's "Will you Marry Me?"
The Verdict: He said yes! And then he proposed to me (and I said yes).
It's set, and official The Beau and I are engaged. The wedding date has been set for October 11, 2005 (the third anniversary of our first date).
So... yeah, I'm quite the happy camper these days. And man I'm getting into shape by continuously doing the stupid-looking-happy-dance. :)
On New Year's Eve we had been trying to connect with our friends PJ and his wife- kept missing. So the beau and I went out to dinner, and I asked him if we could dance in the New Year (slow dancing to the crooners- Frank and Dean) at the apartment. He agreed, then it occurred to me that I should play the song mentioned up above under "The Music." Didn't really have a plan at that point, or even an inkling of what I Was about to do.
We got home, I played the song and we danced- and this is how I proposed. The dip wasn't sure I was serious, so I offered to go down on one knee. (which, upon later telling of the story became rather dirty sounding...) He said it wasn't necessary- but he would. And I'm not repeating what exactly he said. It's too special to share. I will note that I was bawling my make-up off.
Ten minutes later we're toasting with champagne (or at least, sparkling white wine from California) when PJ and wife stop by to drag up to another friend's home. So they got the news first and were made to drink a glass of bubbly with us.
I'm gettin' married!!!
The Time: Slightly after a dinner out
The Place: Our apartment
The Music: Paula Abdul's "Will you Marry Me?"
The Verdict: He said yes! And then he proposed to me (and I said yes).
It's set, and official The Beau and I are engaged. The wedding date has been set for October 11, 2005 (the third anniversary of our first date).
So... yeah, I'm quite the happy camper these days. And man I'm getting into shape by continuously doing the stupid-looking-happy-dance. :)
On New Year's Eve we had been trying to connect with our friends PJ and his wife- kept missing. So the beau and I went out to dinner, and I asked him if we could dance in the New Year (slow dancing to the crooners- Frank and Dean) at the apartment. He agreed, then it occurred to me that I should play the song mentioned up above under "The Music." Didn't really have a plan at that point, or even an inkling of what I Was about to do.
We got home, I played the song and we danced- and this is how I proposed. The dip wasn't sure I was serious, so I offered to go down on one knee. (which, upon later telling of the story became rather dirty sounding...) He said it wasn't necessary- but he would. And I'm not repeating what exactly he said. It's too special to share. I will note that I was bawling my make-up off.
Ten minutes later we're toasting with champagne (or at least, sparkling white wine from California) when PJ and wife stop by to drag up to another friend's home. So they got the news first and were made to drink a glass of bubbly with us.
I'm gettin' married!!!
