- 8 years ago
- Wedding: September 2014
Let me begin by saying my dad has called me Murphy (Murphy’s law states “anything that can go wrong, will”) for as long as I can remember so this actually is a very fitting situation for my proposal story.
Eric, my fiancé (that’s still weird), and I planned a 10 day vacation across Ireland, Northern Ireland & Scotland from March 21-30 – we were to take various guided day tours throughout all three countries so that we really got to see everything and so that we didn’t have to drive. Our first day, the day we arrived, was fantastic. We checked into our hotel and began exploring Dublin on foot. That evening I had arranged for us to have dinner at The Brazen Head, which is in the oldest building in Ireland (part of the building dates back to 1198). We enjoyed a fantastic meal and an evening filled with Irish folklore.
The next day we woke up at the god awful hour of 5am to take a day tour down to county Cork and the Blarney Stone. We got directions from the receptionist and headed to our pickup spot in the freezing rain (it should be noted that multiple times we were told that the snow/rain/hail was unseasonable for this time of year – Murphy’s law). About 15 minutes into our walk we realized the receptionist gave us bogus directions so we ducked into a cafe & got new directions…which were also wrong (Murphy…again). I was wet and cold at that point (also still tired from our flight) so we flagged down a cab and got dropped off on the other side of town at this broken down looking church and waited for our tour guide. For the next 20 minutes we watched as bus after bus of eager tourists took off on their various adventures as Eric & I stood in the rain. Finally someone from the tour company, who was leading a tour to the Cliffs of Moher (where we were headed the following day) informed us that our tour guide would be around soon and that he was going to hang around for another 10 minutes “just in case”. Well, turns out our tour guide was still asleep and was cancelling our tour but we were more than welcome to swap tours and join the tour to the Cliffs (MURPHY!). Not wanting to loose out on money that I had already paid, said yes & headed for the bus…Eric stoop in the rain dumbfounded, insisting that we go as planned and take that day to relax and hang around the city – head for the Cliffs tomorrow. Normally I’m the uptight one, always insisting that we follow the schedule so at this point I knew something was up. Eventually Eric caved, probably because I barked that if we didn’t go I’d be out over $200 & we’d miss out on part of the country. We enjoyed our day tour and the Cliffs were stunning but something was off, Eric was super edgy.
The tour ended and after a long, cold & wet day we made our way back to our hotel. While peeling off our freezing jeans and soaking wet sweaters Eric dug into his suitcase, produced a gorgeous ring and asked me to marry him. Over dinner he explained why he had been acting so weird…he had planned on asking while the following day, at the Cliffs. He had hired a photographer & arranged for a champagne celebration immediately following – since we obviously wouldn’t be at the Cliffs tomorrow, he had to cance everything.
It’s not how Eric (or I) really thought it would happen but I’m thrilled that I get to marry the love of my life. In the end, it’s actually fitting that this is our story. Slainte fellow bees!!