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ANDREW AND I GOT ENGAGED!





So this weekend we made a daytrip out of going to Howe's Caverns (it's this cool cave tour thingy in upstate New York) and we even booked this quaint little hotel room and there was a restaraunt with a dinner series going on included in the package and the room came with champagne and fudge (for a really reasonable price, too).

We'd been planning this trip for a while, so I wasn't suspecting anything.

So we went down for the lantern tour of the cave and as part of the "special" tour that we got, they gave us these lanterns which were basically a candle stuck into a tin can and let us walk back through the cave with all the lighting shut off.

Well, there's a part of the cave called the altar room because there's a heartshaped rock carving on the floor. And when we in the altar room - just us and our lanterns - he proposed.

Of course, I said yes.

And to cover the inevitable questions, the ones that every single member of my family asked:

Yes - the ring fit.

No - we have not set a date. It probably will be another couple of years until we "tie the knot".

Personally, this was very romantic but not totally unexpected. We'd talked about it before in a very casual sort of manner.

So casual it sort of sounded the same as if we were asking each other what we wanted for dinner. Which is my style frankly, and I think the conversation ended with us both agreeing that we wanted to get married, chicken sounded good, and neither of us had seen that episode of Law & Order before, so could you please turn it up or give me the remote.

Which basically describes our lives mostly, and I *love* that fact.

But what really makes me think that getting married to Andrew is right is this:

So, after we're all engaged and we've gone back to our hotel room we were both a little grungy from driving all day, the cave, etc.

So I took first shower and as I'm in the shower, thinking all my deep thoughts and moisturizing, suddenly Andrew pulls back the shower curtains very fast and very suddenly and scares the living *crap* out of me. Because this is one of his absolute favorite past times. Some people join their signifigant other in the shower for far sexier reasons.

But not Andrew. No, Andrew just wants to see the look on my face. I guess I should stop being spooked and start expecting it, but I never learn.

So after this and with this smug, so proud of himself grin he says, with a wink and one of those really kitsch gun/pointing motions, "For the next seventy years, baby."

Which not only made me laugh but made me think: God willing.

Basically, I think that seals the deal. If I am very lucky, I'll have him around, scaring the bejeezus out of me mid-shampoo, for the next seven decades.

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[tptigger.livejournal.com]

Congratulations. And I'll second the next seventy years part. (Assuming you get used to it, anyway--he'd better not try that if you still jump and have a weak heart.) :)