It’s July 4th, Canada Day and Hong Kong Handover Anniversary this weekend. I’m also officially engaged.
Knowing that we are both bad at remembering numbers, my fiance had cleverly planned to pop the question on Canada Day to minimize anniversaries. As a good Canadian himself, he deserves a patriotism award for making this special day extra-special for the rest of our lives.
My version of our proposal story is as followed:
For the most part of the day I wanted to puke.
I wanted to puke because we were plastered from half a glass of alcohol. This weird low tolerance on our special day can be attributed to none other than fate and utter stupidity; yet we could not have avoided doing so.
Let me back track and provide some background information. Choosing Santa Barbara as the location for this Proposal Trip was a no brainer because that was where we first met. Before I start on the whole circular motif and significance, we were very clear about the purpose of this trip:
1) To get Engaged
2) To eat State Brand Butter at Moby Dick Restaurant.
State Brand Butter is hands down the BEST BUTTER in the USofA and you’re getting this from a bread hater! The only way you can get it is either order 30 lbs of that from their distributor or go to Moby Dicks. We ordered half a dozen oysters, a glass of house white ( which was amazing last time) and had our hopes high when the the bread basket arrived.
Reality stroke: No State Brand Butter and the half dozen oysters were the blandest tasting slimy thing that had ever gone down my throat. Disappointed, we toasted and said at least the wine was good. Half a glass later, my fiance was a glowing Asian and I was buzzed as hell. Now we’re talking about 2 business conference veterans who can talk deals after 5 mixed drinks. We staggered our way back to the hotel and he passed out right away. I wanted to be able to wake him up in time for dinner so I decided to Food Channel the time away.
About 8 episodes of Diners, Drive Ins and Dives later, I was sick of Guy Fieri’s face and realized that if we didn’t get out to get food, we would starve and my upset stomach would only get worse. My fiance woke up and he smelt like alcohol.
I said ” please don’t kiss me because it makes me wanna puke”
Back on State Street I was actually extremely restless because I didn’t know when he’s gonna pop the question. We checked out some random balcony that I thought he was planning to propose on but ended up not because the view from that balcony was like TREES. You know how I feel about trees. My heart was actually pounding from worries and excitement.
This was the night that I would never forget: the night when my boy friend ask me to marry him and I would answer him with a resounding “PLURGHHHHHH”.
The fear for that was too real so I suggested that we stopped by Starbucks to get peppermint tea to calm my stomach. Ladies, I’m tellin’ ya Peppermint Tea will save yo lives one day.
My fiance led me to an alley behind the Paseo Nuevo Center ( exactly location above!!). We walked pass some night shift workers who were just chilling there and I started to have this irrational fear of getting mugged while getting proposed. That distracted my fear of vomiting a little bit. He took me to this bench and said his feet hurt. I was like ” is this a decoy or are his feet really hurting?” Of course I didn’t say it out loud and just concentrated on my peppermint tea. So at the moment when he decided that his feet should stop hurting, he started “the speech” and the comet hit the earth.
Andrew is very proud of his speeches and I’m not going to disclose exactly what he said here because it was for me. But let me just say that it was tremendously significant and had a circular motif that referenced my tattoo, which was a reference to other things. (sorry we were English majors.)
He was sitting extremely close and I didn’t know what to do but to kiss him because his face was like literally on my cheek. Finally he got down on one knee and asked if I would marry him. I must have said yes before he finished asking. He pulled out this ring and slide it on my left ring finger. We kissed and I told him that I didn’t need to puke anymore. He was glad to hear that.
So it was my side of the story and I wish I had more pictures to show. This whole engagement thing is still extremely surreal and I’m confused by how,when and what should I tell who about this. But that will be another post.