Let’s face it, I’m a bad blogger. I go off into the world and have all these fantastic /mundane experiences and never report back to you, my devoted readers. For that, I apologize. And to make it up to you, here’s a doozie of a blog post for you – Mr. S and I are engaged!
::: Trumpets, confetti, disco ball lighting :::
Mr. S proposed yesterday at Mama and Papa Rice Ball’s home in NJ, along with Pops (Mr. S’s dad), and Bro J and Bro J’s girlfriend, A. I should have seen the signs earlier, but didn’t really get what was going on until Mr. S started making a speech about how much he loves me and wants to love me forever. At least, I think that’s what he said…my ears stopped working at some point. Only then did I realize that we were toasting champagne glasses at 11:00 am on a Sunday and why Mr. S requested we have breakfast with our parents (although in my defense – if someone told you “Hey, let’s go to Denny’s for breakfast,” would you be expecting a diamond ring at the end of it?)
Since he put a ring on it, I’ve been through a range of emotions… excitement, awe, disbelief, excitement again and then…anxiety. Well-meaning friends and family want to know where, when, who, how, etc. And the type A planner in me wants to get started right away and give them the answers – date, venue, family, friends, dress, shoes, hair, make-up, flowers, rings, music etc. Cue anxiety. Where do I even start?!?! OMG my hair is going to fall out. OMG I am going to be a bald bride.
This whole range of emotion took about 4 hours to cycle through. My solution: F it. I am going to F it and not think about anything wedding related for one week. But, Urban Rice Ball, what will you be doing with yourself for one whole week?! How can you abstain from the planning process?! It will be hard, I’m not going to try and kid myself. I’ve had to stop myself a few times already from googling, “I’m engaged, now what?” I’ve found admiring my new ring and calling Mr. S “my fiancé” as often as I can helps to pass the time… Here, maybe it will help you pass the time as well.
Edit: Since the time of writing to the time of posting, I admit to registering to theknot.com. Also, Mr. S wants it noted that he did not propose at Denny’s.