I always figure it’s the lady’s place to tell this story first, so it makes it confusing when there’s two ladies involved – me, the asker, and The General, the askee.
This whole proposal thing had been planned for months. I’m sure The General knew it was going to happen. We had a jeweler named Chuck, who’d sent us a ring-sizer and all that jazz. We’d talked about it and knew we’d eventually do something more permanent, but we hadn’t really talked about when.
I’d had this planned for several months. And I’m not a planner.
The plan: go to the “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign and propose in some fashion.
On Sunday, our last day in Vegas, the six of us drove Larry our Dodge Caravan down the strip to the sign. The parking lot was packed, but we eventually found a spot. Everyone was in on this little plan except for, of course, She Who Would Be Proposed To.
Step 1: Have our friends take our picture in front of the Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas Sign:
Step 2: Say “I was making a dumb face” and get another picture taken, but instead do this:
Step 3: Hear the word yes.
Step 4: Celebrate with friends.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to my homies that were there to make sure it went off without a hitch, photographing it, and doing whatever it took to make sure it happened. I love you guys a lot and I’m so glad you were all there.