The year was 1999, and just as Prince foretold, we were partying like it. Y2k was upon us and the world was about to come crashing down because of two digits.
It was New Year's Eve and my boyfriend and I were sick as dogs. We weren't living together at the time. We had gone through a nasty break-up in 1998 and were taking things slow. I had moved back in with my parents to finally finish my business degree. Boyfriend and I were spending New Year's together. I was insisting we stay in bed, he was insisting that we go out, it was the end of the world after all. Under duress I dressed up to go this fancy dinner at this fancy restaurant that Boyfriend had killed himself to get reservations for. On the way over in the car this strange feeling hit my like a wave through my whole body and I thought, "Oh my god, he is going to propose to me tonight". I felt completely sick to my stomach, in addition to the nasty head cold. I didn't say anything to Boyfriend and practically toppled out of the car when the valet opened the door for me.
Dinner was strange, we made small talk, both knowing that we were completely miserable sitting up. Finally I couldn't take the strangeness anymore. I said to Boyfriend, " I got the weirdest feeling in the car that you are going to propose to me". Cool as a cucumber he said, "Baby, I am going to propose to you soon, but not right now". Whew! I was so relieved. While this would have been the perfect setting I was feeling so crappy. I was in no condition to be proposed to. The pressure was off and the conversation picked up and we enjoyed the rest of our meal.
Then desert rolled around. The waiter brought to our table a dozen sterling roses and Boyfriend got on one knee. My stomach went into my throat and he proposed with a diamond pendant necklace. I said yes and we both cried. There was snot everywhere. We finished desert and I headed home with the future Mr. Snarky.
New Year's Eve has a special place in our heart, we always toast to our engagement as well as the new year. I wish all of you a healthy and wonderful 2008.
Monday, December 31, 2007
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3 comments:
What a great story!
I picked you up from Bossy (you asked her to come to N. Cal., and I'm up here, too, though farther north).
I have a pretty good N.Y. 1999 story, too, but I can't tell anyone! Well, maybe over cocktails . . . but that'd be it. Too embarrassing.
-- Laurie
Foolery,
Thanks for visiting with me. Well you have to tell me sometime over drinks. I love 1999 stories.
Maybe if all of us band together we can get Bossy to California.
(evil giggle)
Awwww. Very sweet story.
I'm probably driving you crazy by reading your entire blog in one sitting and making all these comments. Sorry.
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