Sorry I've been AWOL for the past few days. Jim came down this weekend which is always a Big Weekend, but this weekend was quite a bit bigger than I had expected.
He drove down with his roommate on Friday. We had dinner reservations in a nearby town - the restaurant is run by a local culinary school, so the food is muy tasty and muy inexpensive. We had some cocktails and then sat down to a delicious meal, capped by beignets to die for - big, fluffy, warm balls of fried dough covered in powdered sugar. A Fear Food, definitely, but one that I'll willingly eat.
We dropped off the car at our friends and began the walk back to my apartment. We detoured and wandered by the dorms where we used to live. "That's where we had our first kiss." "Do you remember what we did there? And there?" We were even getting nostalgiac for the dining hall, and that's pretty hard to do.
Probably none my dear readers have been to Ohio University (well, maybe some of you), but our campus is hella pretty. College Green, the center of campus, is criscrossed by brick paths and lamps; at night it's beautiful.
Jim stops in front of the oldest building on campus. "Do you remember what we did here?"
I look around. "Uh ... no. What did I forget?"
"We did this."
And then he actually GOT DOWN ON ONE KNEE and pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him.
And I said yes. I mean. Duh.
The ring (because I know at least the ladies are interested) is white gold, with a large sapphire flanked by two smaller diamonds. It is flabbergastingly gorgeous.
Of course our parents already knew. Jim is sneaky. The parents-meet-the-parents dinner went even better than I expected. The good news helped break the ice.
So yeah. I'm getting hitched, probably late summer 2010. Jim and I spent yesterday afternoon reading bridal magazines - talk about a feminist's nightmare - scouting venues online, and watching Bridezillas. Emasculation trifecta complete.
All kidding aside, I am insanely happy. I get to marry my best friend - what more could I ask for?