- 6 years ago
- Wedding: September 2016
Hi everyone! I’ve been lurking on this page for about 2 years but finally joined yesterday because I GOT ENGAGED ON SATURDAY!
The proposal was like something out of a movie. My boyfriend, Greg, and I just moved into a new apartment last month and a few weeks ago, he said he wanted to throw a housewarming party for all our friends. He had taken me ring shopping in November, so I knew a proposal was coming – and when he brought up the housewarming party, my Spidey sense started tingling. Some little voice in the back of my head had a feeling that this wasn’t just a housewarming party – this was going to have something to do with his proposal. I told all my friends that they had to make sure they could come because there was a tiny chance this would be my engagement party. Everyone was excited.
But as the weeks went on, Greg started to act sort of aloof and “too” casual about the party. When I asked him what I should wear, he said, “whatever you want.” I told him I was going to get a manicure (something I never do), and he just shrugged and said, “cool.” I told him I wanted to get donuts for the party from a popular bakery, and he said, “nah, we don’t need dessert.” So although I had initially been so sure there was going to be a proposal at the party, by the time Saturday rolled around, I had totally given up hope. I had even texted some friends during the week: “Guys, I think I was wrong about the proposal – but please come anyway!”
Our party was scheduled to start at 8:00. We expected most people to be fashionably late and arrive at around 9. But people started trickling in at 8:03. By 8:20, the apartment was packed. I just assumed people didn’t have anything else going on that night. Then, at 9:15, my best friend (who is somewhat scattered) called me to tell me she was downstairs and needed me to help her carry some beer upstairs to our apartment. I said sure, and left the apartment. But I only got as far as the elevator before I realized I was wearing bedroom slippers, so I turned around and went back to the apartment to put on real shoes so I could meet her outside.
In the 25 seconds I had been gone, everyone had conglomerated in the living room and the lights were dim. Greg’s brother was messing with his DSLR, but Greg himself was nowhere to be found. Naturally, I was immediately suspicious, and the proposal thoughts started returning. I asked everyone if everything was okay. They just stared at me. Finally, someone said, “I think we blew a fuse.” At this point, it should have been SO obvious that a proposal was happening, but truth be told, everyone was just acting so weird and awkward that only 5% of me smelled a proposal; 95% of my brain was thinking, “oh god, they must have seen a mouse or a cockroach and they don’t know how to tell me that my apartment is infested and they’re trying to kill it before I get back.” I told myself I’d deal with the mouse/cockroach/blown fuse situation (I know, I know…ridiculous) when I got back from helping my friend with the beer.
When I saw her outside, I said, “Emily, something really weird just happened – the lights were off and everyone was just staring at me…are you ‘in’ on some kind of…you know, plot?” She totally dismissed me and said there’s no way she’d be smart enough to carry something like that off. She was so convincing that I decided a proposal definitely wasn’t happening, and it must have been a mouse for sure.
When we went upstairs and opened the door to the apartment, there were rose petals everwhere. All 35 of our friends were gathered in a semi-circle holding candles and framed 8×10 pictures of Greg and me. People who weren’t holding pictures or candles were holding up their phones, taking pictures and recording us. Greg’s best friend was holding a cake that said “SAY YES.” My favorite song, “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds, was playing in the background. Greg was wearing a tux and holding a single red rose in a huge bouquet of baby’s breath (we have a fascination with “The Bachelor,” so the single red rose was a nod to that.) Of course I immediately started crying, and Greg got down on one knee and delivered an incredible proposal, and slipped my dream ring on my finger.
I honestly feel so lucky. I realize some women would have hated this, but being proposed to in front of all of our friends was an absolute fairy tale for me (I need attention to breeeeathe!) My best friend, for one, has always said that she wants to be proposed to in private on the beach. But this was the best night of my life. Even the tiny, tiny part of me that thought a proposal was coming NEVER expected Greg would have done it like this – I was thinking if he proposed at the party, he would have just clinked a glass and made a speech and that would have been that. Instead, Greg sent out an e-mail to everyone 2 days before the party assigning everyone a different role – one friend was in charge of the candles, one was in charge of the music, one was in charge of the cake, etc. He put so much thought and time and effort into orchestrating every little detail. I had never had a surprise party thrown for me before and I can’t think about the night without tearing up all over again 🙂
Here are two YouTube videos of the proposal:
And here is the ring: