September 30, 2008
Several people have asked me to tell the engagement story and never let it be said I don’t give the people what they want:
I.C. and I had been throwing around the idea of getting away for a weekend. We looked into Miami but as it’s hurricane season it didn’t get chosen. Bermuda is already cold, Montreal didn’t seem right, no cruises fit our schedule and with the Jewish holidays around the corner we had sort of given up on the idea of getting away. Both of us play poker and at some point last week I.C. suggested going to Atlantic City.
I had been wanting to check out a new hotel on the boardwalk, The Chelsea and so we reserved a room for two nights.
Going into the weekend I had no idea that he might propose, although in retrospect there were so many signs. He kept saying how the weekend was all about me and that “you can have whatever you like.” By coincidence, several of our friends were at the Borgata on Friday night but heading back right around the time we arrived in A.C. I wanted to stop by and see them, I.C. was concerned about “leaving the laptop in the car in the parking lot” and made it clear he’d prefer to go to our hotel first. Oh, also, he suggested I bring the laptop. He never suggests I bring the laptop! (It was because he knew I’d want to blog/facebook the news shortly after it happened.) Then, when we checked into our room, the I.C. said “no, we need a different room, the safe is broken.” It didn’t seem that weird at the time because we were there to play poker and did have some cash on us but now it’s obvious he needed the safe for the ring.
We had a casual dinner on Friday night and spent a few hours at the poker table. He won a little, I lost a little. On Saturday, we slept in and lazy-ed around our room for a few hours before deciding to go get some breakfast. When we were showered and ready to leave, I.C. put his arms around me and told me he loved me. I said I loved him too. He said “yeah? And you want to be with me forever?” I giggled and said yes. And then he completely stunned me, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I was so surprised I just kept saying “oh my G-d” and finally “yes!”
The rest of the day was a surreal daze. After we called our families and close friends, we tried to go to the coffee shop in our hotel. But we couldn’t eat. We were so excited and just giddy. We walked on the boardwalk and just watched the ocean for awhile. We stared at my ring. Shiny. We talked about the wedding and talked about the future. We kissed a lot. It was awesome. We’re very happy and feel very lucky to be together. It took us awhile (that’s a whole other post, maybe tomorrow!) to get here but we’re so happy it happened; falling in love with my best friend has been completely magical and I can’t wait to begin our married life together.
UPDATE: IC said it’s tacky to post a picture of the ring but if the ring happens to be visible in a photo taken of me drinking an awesome blueberry mojito at Buddakan in AC, how can I not share?