He asked my best friend for help with choosing my ring. I had my suspicions when she suddenly wanted to discuss. I mentioned it to a coworker, but I was afraid that if I mentioned it to anyone else that I would somehow jinx it.
We were at the bar where we went on our first date, Mahars Public Bar. The bar sadly closed years ago. They had beer from all over the world and a computer that kept track of your total. At 50 beers, you got a T-shirt. At 200 you got a mug. At 500 you got your name on the wall.
Bryon and I had been drinking there for years. I was one beer away from 200 and he was one beer away from 500. It was going to be a night of milestones.
Bryon was antsy to go. Almost nervous which is not like his character.
We get to the bar and sit at a small table. Bryon is acting sappy. Again, not his character. Then he is on one knee and proposing.
It was the exact ring that I told my best friend I liked.
I said yes.
Then his friends seem to come out of the woodwork to celebrate with us. Apparently Bryon told a bunch of them that he was going to propose that evening.
No picture of the proposal exits. A good friend said he was going to get a picture but his blackberry was acting up. But we did a staged photo. Of which I took off of Facebook. I hope he doesn’t mind. If he does, I will make him a funfetti cheesecake. Or maybe Poblano mac and cheese. Depends on how pissed he may be.
September 6, 2011 was one of the happiest days of my life.