I have to say one of my biggest regrets in life is how my husband proposed to me. Or rather, how I proposed to my husband.
All of it is a bit hazy, because at the time Adam was working for Anheuser Busch and through some miracle his free beer card had stayed active for the six months between his two internships leaving our dining room literally wallpapered with cases of beer. So I was enjoying one of America’s finest domestic beers and surfing the internet, looking for something to waste my waitressing money on. Somehow I got it into my head that I wanted to look at wedding dresses, but I wasn’t engaged to Adam yet and we all know looking at wedding dresses before you have any prospects is a little crazy. Or at least it’s crazy if the person you may have a prospect with is in the room. So rather than saying “Screw society, if I want to look at pretty white dresses, it’s my god damn right as an American with a fast internet connection,” I decided it was time to get engaged.
“So Adam,” I slurred, “we are gonna get married, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So we are engaged?”
“Well…”
“Can I call my mom?!?”
“No!”
“But we are gonna get married right? So we are engaged. I want to call my mom.”
“Don’t call your mom.”
“Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaase can I call my mom? I want to call her!!!”
I imagine by this point my voice had gotten very loud and shrill. Anyone who has had the unfortunate task of sitting next to me in group discussions knows that when I get excited about something I lose all control of the volume of my voice. So by now, I must have been yelling about calling my mother to tell her we were engaged. And as with anything I really want, Adam caved.
“Fine, call your mom!”
And that is how I became engaged. Later on after we were married, Adam told me he had wanted to ask my dad’s permission for my hand and had begun planning exactly how he was going to propose and all this other romantic stuff. Instead I am left with a cautionary tale about the dangers of beer, internet shopping, and long term relationships.
--By Sarah, who thinks awesome, creative engagement stories are way overrated, right?
6 comments:
The dialogue you wrote is too funny! It had me laughing so much! :)
It's okay, who wouldn't want to marry a girl with the ability to propose to herself. Maybe you are the charlotte of our group cause it happened to her too.
And it is totally crazy to look at wedding dresses when not engaged, that's why this: http://www.brides.com/fashion/dresses/gallery/wedding_dresses/runway/designer/moniquelhuillier/detail/131745?offset=97 is NOT the link to my future wedding dress, don't let anyone tell you otherwise!
If that WERE the link to your future wedding dress, I would say it's gorgeous.
OMG best story ever! You totally got yourself engaged - GIRL POWER!!!! LYLAS
Also, way to step up the game with a blogging story. Keep up good work!!!
Sarah, I couldn't have imagined your engagement any other way, I love it!
Aw! That's so sweet! Adam was going to ask Dad and everything? Well, at least it's a good story to tell the grandkids.
LYLAS...because I am your sister.
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