Thanks to C very much for holding down the fort while I was vacationing. I am sorry I have been a terrible blogger person. I have been back for about a week actually but there was so much going on that I couldn't possibly be expected to organize my thoughts in a manner that would make sense to anyone who does not have adult A.D.D. Consider this the first of many posts to update you on the recent haps in my life:
I'm getting married...finally! N and I were on vacation from Saturday to Wednesday and, as we all know, N is not exactly good at keeping secrets so I was well aware that the ring went on vacation with us. Which is why when he hadn't asked me to marry him by Tuesday I had a minor panic attack and sent a few psychotic emails to C who thankfully reminded me that I should probably not attack him with a plastic fork if I don't want my proposal story to end with a trip to the hospital.
We took a day trip to the Bahamas that day and by lunch I was ready to snap and he was nervously rehearsing his lines in his head, which made for a very awkward meal. After I had eaten though, I had come to terms it wasn't going to happen and my blood sugar level had evened out (I get ridiculously cranky when I am hungry). We went down to the beach (which was gorgeous) and I started setting up camp, slathering on sunblock and getting out of my cover-up. As I turn around to offer sunblock to N, I find him down on both knees with the ring I thought he would never give me. The whole week I had been waiting for it, expecting it. He somehow found the one moment I had forgotten all about it. And even though I knew it was going to happen, I still could never have imagined how it would feel to have someone ask you to spend the rest of your life with them and how it would feel to so willingly say yes.
But enough of that...I should be lucky that he didn't run considering the day before I seriously threw a tantrum that would make a sleepy two-year-old proud. We were looking for something to eat for lunch and along the beach there are about 1,000 restaurants all serving the same menu. As you walk along these restaurants they have girls that get all up in your face trying to get your to eat at their restaurant. And its hot. And I'm starving. And there are people in face. Finally, one unsuspecting girl shoves her menu in my face and asks "Can I help you? Would you like to see a menu? What would you like to eat?" And I lose it. I snap. "I.DON'T.WANT.ANYTHING.FROM.YOU. GET.OUT.OF.MY.FACE!" N looks at me like I am not me, but some super bitch from hell that somehow took over my body. At least he knew enough to get me in some air conditioning and put some good in my stomach asap. Which is reason enough to marry him.
Love,
Gina
PS - I promise not to turn this into some type of wedding blog where I do nothing but blog about color palettes and bridesmaid drama and wedding gowns...unless of course it is entertaining.
2 comments:
First off, congrats on the engagement!! Married life is annoying, welcome to the club. (Ok, not ALL the time...) jk. Um and no I don't want to hear every last detail, but I do need to know colors & styles. This is important stuff, and you most trusted bloggie friends need to know. And the menu lady? That reminds me of the foreign lotion pplat the mall, they just squirt lotion on you as you walk by, and you're like wtf? How do you not know if I have an allergy and here you are squirting your poison on me????
Congratulations! Isn't it amazing how they manage to find those moments where you're not even thinking about it to propose? DH did the same thing. I think it makes the moment all the better. And I told myself I would blog about stuff besides our wedding too. Except towards the end it was all I could think about so it was blog about the wedding or don't blog at all. But I don't think I was too bad. Maybe. Hopefully. Ah, hell I have no idea.
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