darkeyesredshoes
Shiny_Rock
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- Apr 15, 2007
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My parents called me this weekend to make plans to meet in NYC for some apartment hunting. Yesterday we rolled out of bed at the butt-crack of dawn, ready to drive from Boston to New York yet again for another fruitless march around the city. I called my mom to make sure she was bringing her paperwork, packed what I''d need for the day, and got into the car with my guy.
On the way, he decides that 95 will be faster than our usual Mass Pike/84/etc route and veers off course. I, predictably, freak out and begin fretting about what if we''re late and my parents are stranded at Penn Station and 95 is NEVER FASTER, but eventually I settle in. As we get closer to 495, he says "Wouldn''t it be nice to go to the Cape instead?" and takes the exit. I rev back into full-out fret mode (Now we''re going to be late! Stop fooling around!) until it dawns on me that perhaps we were never going to New York at all.
Do you see where I''m going with this?
Fast forward several hours later, and I''ve been ferried to Martha''s Vineyard, checked into a waterside hotel with a HUGE bed and little L''Occitane bath thingies, escorted around the wonderful little towns, and proposed to on the beach!
I made him repeat it twice, just to make sure I could soak it all in. After that we hear clapping, because apparently this lady was watching us. Hee! She was thrilled. We were thrilled. My finger is extra-thrilled.
At one point my parents called to tell me their train was going to be very, very late. I called them dirty liars but immediately forgave them. Score yet another one for theboyfriend fiance who is the king of surprises.
I''m attaching a few pictures because you ladies have been so good to me. I''m sure there will be more over in SMTR as soon as I sort through all my hundreds of choices.
Yay! Thanks for putting up with me! Even though I was never officially on the LIW list, I wish stays as short as my virtual one was to the ladies in waiting.
On the way, he decides that 95 will be faster than our usual Mass Pike/84/etc route and veers off course. I, predictably, freak out and begin fretting about what if we''re late and my parents are stranded at Penn Station and 95 is NEVER FASTER, but eventually I settle in. As we get closer to 495, he says "Wouldn''t it be nice to go to the Cape instead?" and takes the exit. I rev back into full-out fret mode (Now we''re going to be late! Stop fooling around!) until it dawns on me that perhaps we were never going to New York at all.
Do you see where I''m going with this?
Fast forward several hours later, and I''ve been ferried to Martha''s Vineyard, checked into a waterside hotel with a HUGE bed and little L''Occitane bath thingies, escorted around the wonderful little towns, and proposed to on the beach!
I made him repeat it twice, just to make sure I could soak it all in. After that we hear clapping, because apparently this lady was watching us. Hee! She was thrilled. We were thrilled. My finger is extra-thrilled.
At one point my parents called to tell me their train was going to be very, very late. I called them dirty liars but immediately forgave them. Score yet another one for the
I''m attaching a few pictures because you ladies have been so good to me. I''m sure there will be more over in SMTR as soon as I sort through all my hundreds of choices.
Yay! Thanks for putting up with me! Even though I was never officially on the LIW list, I wish stays as short as my virtual one was to the ladies in waiting.