IT WAS FRIDAY AFTERNOON…
and B insisted that I meet him at the dog park after work. He usually takes Rocket to the park after work, so I didn’t think much of it and headed on over. On my way there, three individuals approached me saying strange nothings. A girl looking lost asked, “Isn’t it such a beautiful day today?” then scuffled off. A guy around the same age nervously approached with, “Isn’t it great to have a plus one?” then ran off as well. I was pretty baffled, but shrugged it off as normal city behavior. I eventually made my way up to the park where B and Rocks always played, but less than twenty paces in, a woman approached me with an older gentleman and said, “You’re beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
I started to think this was some kind of college psychology project. I laughed it off, only to be greeted by Rocks lunging towards me in a bow tie. B was in the distance dressed way to nicely for the dog park. Then it hit me - he was proposing! While I was trudging up the hill, he got down on one knee, and as they say, “the rest was history.”
But before he could finish sliding the ring on my finger, a bum (who I apparently ignored on my way up), asked for his money. Turns out, B had hired random strangers to drop hints and inside jokes. I didn’t hear the bum because he had no teeth. Go figure. But I definitely heard, “Where’s my five dollars?” though!
As if all of this wasn’t amazing enough, B’s brother, Alan, and his buddy Jaymer, revealed themselves from their hiding spots. They had captured every moment on camera (thanks guys!). The celebration followed at Benu, where we got completely sloppy over wine pairings and a delicately prepared menu.
The evening was festive, blissful, and spent inebriated to the point of yacking. :) Both B and I traded turns in the restroom. Even Rocks yacked (no joke) from eating too much grass earlier at the park. But hey, it’s not official unless everyone joins the party, right? June 4th marked as an irreplaceable moment in our lives.