On May 8th, 2009 we had our wedding rehearsal at the church and then dinner at Scoozi in River North. Before dinner, my nephew Kenny, sang “Going to the Chapel” for Brian and I to prepare us for our big day! After dinner we continued the fun at the W hotel, where most were staying, to have a few cocktails with everyone.
I knew I wanted to surprise her.
Our two-year anniversary was fast approaching, and we had plans to spend the weekend in Lake Geneva. I knew she’d be disappointed if the milestone came and went without a proposal, and yet I definitely didn’t want to do the whole engagement-ring-in-the-champagne-glass thing. In fact, I had decided not to propose with a ring at all – I wanted us to pick it out together. So, a couple of weeks before the big day, I stopped by Tiffany and bought a pair of earrings I knew she would like. I sort of had a rough idea of how I thought it would go down, and I was mostly right.
On Tuesday, we had our first beach volleyball game of the season, and fortunately it was one of those perfect Chicago summer evenings. After our game (L 1 – 2), and a little bit of convincing, I got her to take a walk along the lakefront. At a bend in the path we sat down on the wall, and when she wasn’t looking I snuck the box with the earrings out of my backpack and onto the concrete between us.
A minute passed, and she didn’t notice.
A few more minutes passed, and it felt like hours. Finally, I started staring at her, and then staring down at the box, hoping she’d follow my eyes.
“Why are you looking at me weird?” she asked.
I gave up and nodded down toward the box. Things get a little blurry at this point, but three things definitely happened:
- She got the box open.
- I asked her to marry me.
- She replied with an Elaine Benes-style “Shut. Up!”
But, after the initial shock wore off, I got an official reply (“yes”) and the deal was done.