Friday, August 27, 2010

Moving

Andrew propsed on July 16th...a Friday afternoon.

I knew it was coming... I am a terrible girlfriend, and a snoop. I found the ring in his closet (but I didn't open the box and look at it). I checked his email and found out about the reservations at The Grape http://www.thegraperestaurant.com/ - a beautiful little restaurant that specializes in gourmet food and wines. It is located right across the street from where we met. The Hurricane Grill (which had burned down). No, I don't take that as a sign ah Thank you.

The Day.

He had been adament that I have lunch with him at Chipotle. When I got there both of us were so nervous we didn't have a coherrent conversation.

In the afternoon I ran and bought a dress to where.
I called him and told him that I was going to happy hour with a co-worker just to make him squirm (like I said -bad girlfriend).

I made it home.

I came into a dark room with rose petals on the floor and a white satin runner *steve was here. Andrew stood at the end of the room in his one good grey suit and said: "Baby, come here." I was embarrassed and laughing then he asked: "Baby will you... (pause to get on his knee)...Will you marry me?"
To which I responded: "Did you ask my parents?!"
He had. The day before he had driven down to Houston and asked my parents in line at a Luby's. He ate, and drove right back to Dallas.

I said: "Yes!"

We kissed and I tasted alcohol. He said he had taken a shot because he was so nervous. Poor Guy.
I then went upstairs to find Steve in his sequined nun costume sing the Hallelujah chorus. HILARIOUS.

Steve made us an engagement video and we had a lovely evening.