Archive for August, 2010

Hi, everybody! (again)

Jeez, I really haven’t been holding up my end of the “Westward, Whoa!” bargain. Then again, nobody likes to hear about lackadaisical blog updating, so I’ll stop now. Instead, ┬álet me say this: EVA AND I GOT ENGAGED!

Obviously, a lot has happened since my last post (we went to to NYC right before Christmas, almost died in a snowstorm in Dallas, had some great visitors, saw my little sister graduate from UT, saw like 4 meerkat exhibits at the San Diego Zoo, WASPed it up at a wedding in New England, watched the Rangers take a 10-game division lead over the Angels and emerge from bankruptcy all in the same week, you get the idea…). BUT, it all pales in comparison to the events of June 5, 2010.

The day started like any other. We woke up, I made some coffee, and Eva put on a stylish romper. We then proceeded to meet some fine friends at the Los Angeles Winefest. The Winefest was notable for several reasons. First, it was the last sunny day of the summer that I can remember (go to hell, June gloom that lasts into August). Second, there were LOTS of drunk, overdressed people. This includes one girl who looked quite presentable from the knees up, but unfortunately possessed homeless legs from the knees down. Scrapes, cuts, bruises, and dirty feet. She also almost fell into the bushes at one point.

So, anyway, I had purchased an engagement ring back in early May. After traveling to Houston to ask Eva’s parents’ permission to spend the rest of my life with their daughter (they said yes!), I began to plan how to pop the question. As we were going to be traveling to New England for a wedding in mid-June, I set my sights our two-day visit to Cooperstown, NY to visit the Baseball Hall of Fame. Yet, after the ring was in my possession, I became obsessed with two things. 1) Checking my hiding place to make sure the ring was still there, and 2) asking Eva to marry me as soon as possible. As anyone who knows me can attest, I have very little patience. Enter Saturday, June 5.

So, anyway, like I said, we went to L.A. Winefest. It was a great time. The sun was shining, the wine was delicious, and everything was fantastic. We had rented a movie the night before and because I am physically unable to stay awake during a movie past midnight, we couldn’t finish it. Thus, we decided to sit on our couch and finish the movie after getting home from Winefest. As I sat there, rubbing Eva’s neck from my designated perch on the couch, I thought about how lucky I was to have found her and how I was more in love with her at that moment than ever before. If I had to pick my perfect day, it would end with the two of us hanging out together in our apartment — Eva on the left side of the couch, me on the right, talking, laughing, and her trying to convince me to give her a back-rub. As The Apartment was winding down, all of these thoughts crystallized in my head. This was us; this was our life together.

So after the movie ended, I put a song on (Steve Earle’s “Sparkle and Shine”) and asked her if she wanted to dance. She claims that she knew something was fishy due to my increasingly fast heartbeat, but, really, it was probably due to my elegant dancing.┬áThe song ended. She asked me if I wanted a bowl of cereal. I said, “maybe in a minute,” and then turned toward my desk, and held her hand while I opened the drawer and pulled out the ring. I dropped to one knee, asked her to spend the rest of her life with me, and the rest is history.

The first part of 2010 was great — we made some really fantastic friends, strengthened relationships with old friends, took some great trips, and had some wonderful moments — but I will forever remember it as the time when I asked my best friend to marry me and she said yes.


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