This is how it all went down:
We went to NYC the last weekend of January to see the Lion King, celebrate our 4th anniversary, spend the night and generally wander the city (he had never been there - what?!). We take the train down early Saturday and spend the day wandering around Times Square, up and down 5th Ave and the like. It is freezing, mind you. As we're wandering back to the hotel prior to the show we're trying to find a restaurant. Mr B is really anxious about finding a "nice" place, as opposed to all the bars and pubs in our 'hood, but I'm too cold to care. With the help of Shae over at Generally Fabulous we decide on City Lobster because it's sassy, semi close and taking part in NYC Restaurant Week.
We both get all dolled up and brave the arctic like weather for the four block walk (made more interesting by somewhat ill fitting shoes?) to have an AMAZING dinner. It's seriously too bad that no one had a camera because I'm pretty sure the visual of me eating a 1 1/4 lb lobster, complete with bib, while in a swanky black dress was almost too much to miss. Before the dessert course Mr B excused himself to go to the bathroom, and when he returned he pulled out a small box wrapped in gold paper. He tells me that he lied about not having a present for me, and as I'm unwrapping it (with shaking hands) he asks me if I know how much he loves me. As I pull a ring box out of a small white box, he gets down on one knee and asks if I will marry him. I of course said yes. (The moment was only made that more magical by the fact that he tripped a bus boy carrying a stack of dishes but was THANKFULLY able to regain composure before tumbling into the wine rack. Phew!) The maitre d', who Matt had told ahead of time, brought up champagne to go with our dessert, none of which I was able to eat.
During this time I learn that I had better call my family, because they all knew. Mr B had asked my dad over breakfast one morning a few weeks prior, and had been in conversation with my sister and Shae about rings. Also, everyone else knew! I managed a few phone calls prior to the show (which was AMAZING, by the way) and was met with a lot of screaming and yelling. To be honest, even though I thought something was "up", I was still in such shock a lot of it was a blur to me.
After the play we went to an Irish pub two doors down and celebrated with some sweet beer on tap, all the while I kept repeating nonsense like, "you want to marry me?!" and "OMG!". Yeah. Anyway, the upswing of it all was that he had already thought about getting married before the end of the summer, 2010, because my sister is joining the Peace Corps and will be shipping out in Sept for 27 months. Yeah.
As of now, we've booked our venue, have a guest list, have ordered the Save the Dates, and are all set to go. This is going to be hijacked into a wedding blog - I just have a feeling!
At least I have Shae to plan with!
8.14.10 - here we come!
