The Proposal....

December - 2003

Jonathan asked my Dad's permission when my family was out at Thanksgiving. It was a good thing too, as my sister informed that JB was going to get the "what is your intention with my daughter speech" - which thankfully never happend. The proposal happened at an Irish pub in Stamford, CT (Tigin) which just happens to be where we met. The Irish pub is not all that romantic, and Jonathan did tell my Dad where he was going to do it and Dad didn't object - but seriously, I think he just wanted the free beers. I remember him getting down on one knee and pulling out a box, but the rest is a blur. Jonathan will tell you that I repeated "oh my God" several times and then plucked the ring out and onto my finger before he was done with the proposal. I think I even forgot to say "yes".

We then drove into NYC, where he had the nice romantic evening planned. I loved it though and I have great fun in telling people it went down in a bar.