So, it’s been months and months since I have written. Life
happens and then you forget to write!?
Anyways, since we’ve last chatted, life has changed bunches.
I have a new job! I’ve been to Poland, Italy, Napa, and Cancun! We’ve
celebrated big birthdays, anniversaries, prom, and the holidays. Ned’s son
graduated from high school (You may recall that I nicknamed my bf Ned).
But, most recently, Ned and I have become ENGAGED! Ned is
now my fiancé!!! Doesn’t that sound fancy? We’re planning a wedding and all
sorts of fun things.
And since I just wrote up the story for the proposal for our
wedding site (of course I have one!), I’m going to share how Ned proposed. From my perspective.
ENJOY!
For those of
you who don't know what this Flying Saucer and plate business is, let me give
you a quick overview: Flying Saucer is a pub in central Austin that is known to
serve many different types beers. For every 200 different, unique beers you
taste (drink) at the Flying Saucer, you get a plate with a saying of your
choice.
In December
2011, we both celebrated our first plates (although Ned was probably already
half way to his second plate). Mine said “Beer is always a good idea” (in
reference to Audrey Hepburn’s quote from Sabrina, “Paris is always a good
idea.”). Ned’s plate said “I did this for her” and pointed to my plate with a
huge arrow (insert collective “Awwwww” here.) So, for your second plate, you
try another 200 beers, and you get a different colored sticker (yellow for #2)
with a new saying (if one so chooses)… and so on for the remaining plates.
Ned had finished the 400th beer months
ago, but somehow, we could never figure out when to have the plate party. I
thought nothing of it really. Ok – now that we’ve established that…
So, I was
anxious to for him to propose in recent months for months. I may or
may not have been a tad bit annoying. I picked up on some clues that
things were bound to happen. I will hold off divulging how much I knew, but
let’s just say – I knew he had the ring.
In mid-May
of 2013, Ned and I finally settled on the date of his plate party. I knew he
was going to go turn in the paper work that next weekend, so when a friend of
ours texted me to say she KNEW when it was going to happen, I was suspicious.
When I asked what his plate would say, Ned’s response was, “Much of the same.”
Insert the
Matron of Honor’s amazing abilities to manipulate me change my mind: She
emailed me back and forth all week and basically convinced me there was NO
way he was going to propose at the plate party. In fact, according to her, it
could be months before he did (imagine me groaning and rolling my eyes every
time I read that). I still held on to a tiny bit of hope, but really, I was
losing hope it was ever going to happen.
Day of: We
had a double date with the MOH and her hubby right before the plate party.
Ned was acting normal – I didn’t think anything was weird or suspicious. Did I
think about that it could happen? Of course. I still thought there was still a
REMOTE chance.
Party got
started at the Saucer. His parents, my parents, my brother, MOH and hubby were
there. After some time, Ned decided to get up on the bar (a ritual that’s part
of the party) to toast his second plate. Yay! Well, after the toasting and he
got down from the bar, I thought OK – he’s definitely not proposing
today.
That’s when
everyone in our party seemed to make a mad push to go see his plate in the
other room. I wanted to sit down back at our table. Ned called me over, and I
couldn’t understand the big deal. I even asked, “Doesn’t it same the same
thing?” Ned said something about it being yellow now. I just thought to myself,
“Ok, ok, I’m coming. None of these people have been to a plate party so they
don’t realize that the plate is not that big of a deal.”
When I
walked into the room and approached the plate, I immediately noticed that it
didn’t say the same thing. First hint: No arrow. Then, I saw accents. Wait –
that’s not even English. That’s Polish. And that’s when it hit me: HE WAS
PROPOSING. Suddenly, I realized he was down on one knee with the ring to my
right, and everyone was staring at me. At first, I was laughing, then I was
choked up with emotion.
I looked
down at him, and here’s roughly how I remember it happening:
Ned: “What
does it say?”
I look up
and translate: “Will you marry me?”
Silence (me
in total shock).
Ned: “Are
you going to say anything?”
I nodded
shortly after – my brain was blank!
In the end,
I found out that everyone was in on the entire scheme. MOH and hubby were
biting their nails on their way to our date. My mama and dad had known about
the ring from the moment that I knew he had it. And of course, they helped him
come up with the right phrasing.
It was the best proposal
ever (but of course, I’m biased)…
Next post coming
soon!
