| man, the new interlochen job seems quite difficult thus far. i'm one of, like, three new people on staff who haven't done anything with interlochen before, and i think the first without any RA experience. it's nuts; right now we're on a break from a week and a half straight training...thing. comprehensive stuff. really gnarly. ~ okay, proposing, eh? so, to set the stage, we were driving back from spring harbor (where i got her dad's permission) when i got the call that i had been chosen for that counselor job at interlochen. needless to say, i was pretty jazzed at that point. upon getting back to my house we just CRASHED on the couch (our harbor springs trip was really fun, but really busy...sensing a theme?), because lydia started to feel queasy (queezy? not a clue...) and i was practically falling asleep. after an hour or so a feeling hit me so strongly that i couldn't ignore it - i've only felt the urge to do something that strong only, like, twice before in my life. i said i was going to ask my mom when she felt like leaving for dinner (she was going to be our guest as we were going to attend Ruby Tuesdays and devour a delicious garden bar). whilst in my folks' bedroom i asked my mom where the Ring was (family heirloom my grandpa graciously let me have...seriously, there's no way i could have afforded that rock on my own), and told her that i wanted to propose now. mom, naturally, had to contain herself from flipping out. backstory on the ring: weeks and weeks earlier i entered into a communicado with lydia's best friend sasha for ring advice, like what type of band, how gaudy, ring size, etc. sash had conveyed to me that lydia would wear about a 7 and a half or bigger. me, being naive, agreed, and unfortunately when my dad took the ring into the jeweler they said that to make it any bigger would warp the setting and probably cause a whole big ruckus with getting a new band and whatnot, so we planned to hold on to it until a plan was made. now, back in my folks' room with the ring, i made the choice to just give it to her and eventually figure out what to do with the ring. i walk into the living room cradling the ring in my left hand and say the following: "hey, my mom says we can leave whenever you're feeling a bit better, so no big rush...." (stopping right in front of her, dropping down to one knee, presenting the ring) "...and will you marry me?" she pounced off the couch and tackled me, crying and kissing. after a few seconds of misting up myself and smooching i ask, "um....is that a 'yes'?" to which she emphatically agrees (yeah, we're one of those "She actually forgot to say Yes!" type stories...). all the while, she had taken the ring and SLIPPED IT PERFECTLY ONTO HER FINGER!! there was no need to resize at all! for the next several minutes we're calling and texting up a storm, and by the time we get to the restaraunt (my dad and ellen met up with us later), we are emotionally AND physically exhausted and can barely finish the scrumptrulescent broccoli salad, let alone the entre's we ordered. and when we got home we opened the bottle of champagne that i bought on a whim at the winery two days earlier (it was supposed to be for if i got the job...but there was just so much to celebrate!) ~ not quite the huge, uber-romantic gesture i'm sure everyone has anticipating me making for years, but hey, i love her and i wanted to marry her, so it didn't matter to me how i asked as long as i did it with a traditional outline. ~ FANTASY FOOTBALL DRAFT TODAY! OMG! ~ well, crap, i totally forgot the whole rest of the bloody post i was making. i am considerable irritated right now. zomg. |
