- Miss Care Bear
- 6 years ago
- Wedding: June 2013
I already told you about our backstory in a different post, so here is our proposal.
We had gotten invited to his friends’ wedding on our anniversary weekend. Since the location was about a 2hr drive away, we decided to get a nice hotel and celebrate our anniversary after the wedding. Before we left, he went to the store and purchased some spur of the moment Veuve Clicquot champagne and told me that we could open it when we got back to the hotel.
A part of me was really hoping he would pop the question, but thought it was best to check my expectations at the door, so I wouldn’t be upset all weekend when he didn’t propose. We arrived early, checked into the hotel, which was the next town over but a 10 minute drive to the wedding according to Google maps. Not wanting to drink and drive, we left the car at the hotel parking lot and decided to take a taxi for the short trip.
Mr. L and I at the wedding
The ceremony was beautiful and of course I cried through the whole thing (no surprise there, I sometimes cry during commercials). We enjoyed cocktail hour and made small talk during dinner, and I kept glancing at my watch, anxious to leave. Don’t get me wrong, I love weddings, but we had a cozy hotel room and some perfectly chilled champagne waiting for us! Thoughts of a proposal twirled in my mind and I quashed them like bugs. Every friend and acquaintance that we ran into all evening asked the same question: “When are you guys getting hitched?” or to Mr. L “When are you gonna pop the question”, Mr. L coolly replied that we weren’t in a hurry, which only made me more irritated. He later told me that every time I got up from the table to use the washroom or get a drink, he told the people at our table that he was planning on asking later that night, and to stop bringing it up. Looking back, one of the times I returned to the table, I found his friend giving him a bear hug all teary-eyed, saying how much he loved him, but I attributed it to weddings + alcohol.
After a few dances, I just anxious to head out when the bride announced the bouquet toss. “Couldn’t hurt my chances” I thought, and joined the throngs of single ladies with desperate eyes. I was way and the back and off to the side, so I figured my chances were pretty slim, especially since I never win anything. In what seemed like an eternity, the bride tossed the bouquet, which beach-ball-bounced over hundreds of fingers and finally landed on a table beside me. I froze, looked around, and decided to grab it.Pretty uneventful right? WRONG!
A snotty teenaged girl sitting at the table where the bouquet had landed decided to forcefully take it from me after I was already holding it by the stem. With each tug, the bouquet lost petals and my determination grew! This was MY bouquet! This girl wasn’t even old enough to get married, and hadn’t even been standing with the rest. If I sound crazy, and I’m sure I do, blame the bouquet logic. After one last tug, she let go and I walked away victorious… apparently having elbowed a small child in the process, which FH still teases me about to this day. The kid was fine though, I checked, though his mom was not a fan of me whatsoever and I later overheard her describe me as a crazed girl who climbed on top of the table and injured her son in the eye (all of which were grossly exaggerated). Yes Bees. I turned into one of those psycho bouquet girls, oh, the shame!
After a quick dance or two we finally headed out, it was probably midnight at this point. FH called the cab company who informed them that it would be at least a half an hour. We decided to wait outside anyways in case we missed it. Being late September in Montreal, it was pretty nippy that late in the evening, especially right by the river where we were, but I had my boyfriend to keep me warm. After about 45 minutes in the cold in my strapless cocktail dress, the moment seemed a lot less magical and a lot more hypothermia. An HOUR passed and still no sign of any cab, we called back. Dispatch rudely answered that they were very busy and since we were out of their way they would only send a cab once they finished their run. FH asked if there was an alternate cab company we could call, they laughed and said yeah, about 5 towns over. We were screwed! At this point, all of our friends had left the wedding so we had no-one to take us home. As we froze, I kept imagining my car sitting idly in a parking lot 10 minutes away. I suggested hiking out there in the dark in my 4 in heels and FH laughed at how delirious I must be. Finally, at 2 am, the bride and groom and their families were cleaning up the party and noticed us still standing out there. FH talked to the groom and explained the situation. The groom, knowing about the impending proposal, quickly asked one of the bride’s brothers to drive us.
Poor Mr.L was in such a rotten mood that nothing was going according to plan, but I had managed to stay perfectly calm throughout the whole thing. He had already decided not to propose given the circumstances but somehow, when we finally made it to the warmth of the hotel and he was blowing on my hands for warmth I saw his eyes flicker with determination. All of a sudden, he got down on one knee and pulled out the ring I had “let him borrow” a few months before and finally asked me to be his wife!
I was so emotional that I didn’t even answer him at first, I just sat there like an idiot, ugly crying, snot and everything! After I managed to finally utter a yes, we cuddled with blankets and drank our champagne.
Somehow, this un-perfect proposal, with all the hitches along the way, turned into the most perfect, heartfelt proposal I could have wanted.
Here I am, with my bouquet and my ring, red puffy eyes and all
Did your proposals go according to plan?