I did not care much for my post yesterday. I started it during the break of one of my classes and then hurriedly finished it up between the time we got home from dinner and when we left for B and Ralphie’s for some Valentine’s Day treats and movie watching.
The other thing is that Valentine’s Day is just not particularly notable for me. Which means not much to talk about.
Fortunately, yesterday’s post-o-poo is going to be moved down swiftly by a much better story.
You see, Operation Pink Herring got herself engaged recently and RA and Audrey invited a few people to blog about wedding/engagement-related things today in her honor. And since I’ve never told the story about how we got engaged, I figured this would be the perfect time to do so.
Bart and I had been talking about getting married for a while and we’d even gone to look at rings. Actually, he’d already BOUGHT a ring. But, I’d been there when he ordered it and the guy had told us it wouldn’t be ready until the following Wednesday. (I don’t really like surprises, so I was glad to be in on the whole thing). So, I didn’t have my “proposal forthcoming at any dang moment” guard up, yet.
My friend Julie and I went to BYU’s Devotional/Forum every week together. She’d been dating a new guy for a few months and we’d talked several times about going on a double date, but had never gotten around to making plans. This week, however, she said that we should get together this weekend and we should go to Park City, to a restaurant she’d been dying to try called The Tree Room. “Ask Bart,” she said, “and let me know if you guys are available.”
So I asked him and he seemed pretty interested.
“My step-mom’s family has a cabin up in Park City,” he said. “I’ll ask her if we can have the keys and we could go make a fire, play games, and have s’mores there after dinner.”
Well, then, sounds like a plan.
What I didn’t know was that he already had the keys to the cabin in his car. Or that he’d called Julie earlier and told her to suggest these plans.
On the appointed Friday night (the weekend before the ring was to be ready), we met Julie and the new boyfriend, Will, up at the restaurant. We had a lovely dinner (including the best steak I’ve ever had) and enjoyed chatting. The only thing was that Julie and Will didn’t seem to be getting along all that well.
We made our way over to the cabin after dinner and climbed through the path that Bart had dug earlier that day, since it was still extremely snowy up there. We got the fire going and then pulled out Taboo.
One thing you should know – Bart and I are quite good at Taboo. And this was probably our best night ever. The words that kept coming up on our turn were coincidentally wedding related terms. The most memorable one was the word “Mistake.”
With no hesitation, I said “Marrying S [the girl Bart had dated before me] would have been a . . . “
And equally quickly, Bart shot back with “mistake!”
Julie and Will, on the other hand, were really struggling with virtually every card. As Julie later said, “we were so out of sync with each other and you guys were practically one brain.”
Finally, after we had thoroughly crushed them, we pulled out the s’mores and roasted the marshmallows over the fire.
Then Julie said “Would you mind if Will and I went for a little walk? It’s so gorgeous outside with all this snow.”
I offered that we would go along with them, but Julie said they’d be fine and I (as Bart anticipated) agreed because I hate the snow and cold, so the idea of traipsing around in it sounded more like torture than a romantic way to pass the evening. They said they’d be back soon.
So now it was just Bart and me in the cabin.
[Now I need to get ready for work, so part 2 will have to wait. . . .]