so how did you propose, anyway? part 2.
well, the weeks went by quickly and before you know it we're on our way to paris (drive to Dallas, lunch w/ her parents, fly to JFK, stay the night w/ my parents, fly to paris). there's a whole story about finding a place to live together that fits in at this point, but that is another post entirely (although our new place is friggin amazing - i dare you to tell me your place is better).
so during the previous few months, i had been searching for a ring. it took right up till the week before we left for paris to get the ring, but the wait was worth it and the stone was gorgeous. now, i had never actually seen the ring at all until moments before we left for the airport - my parents had been given the task of finding the specific stone and ring, b/c they gots da connections up deah in NY. i had been agonizing over whether or not the ring would set off the metal detector in the airport, and whether or not my elaborately planned proposal would be ruined, and i would have to propose right there in the airport. of course, that would probably make for a pretty good proposal story, but then we'd have to sit through a 6 hour flight, which is not the most romantic follow up. but luckily the ring, snugly hidden in a secret pouch beneath my clothing, set off no alarms, and we proceeded to the gate.
we were both really excited to be going on this trip, everything was great. i figured getting bumped up to first class would make it even better. cindy did not yet have unflinching faith in my powers to talk it up and get upgrades or better options. sure, i got us the presidential suite for $54 at davi's wedding the summer before. sure, i'd gotten other upgrades as well - but this was a first class 6 hr trans-atlantic flight. it just wasn't going to happen. about 30 minutes later, cindy's faith in my powers was signed, sealed, delivered, as i told her that it was time for us to board.
"but it's not our turn - they're boarding first class now."
"i know, let's go." i said as i handed her a first class boarding ticket while grinning broadly.
"holy shit - you really got it!"
the rest of the flight was fantastic - personal dvd players, reclining chair/beds, champagne, 4 course meals, etc. first class really is the way to go.
we arrived at about 7:30a paris time, and expected to get our bags, take the metro to our hotel, shower, change, and make it to saturday morning services by about 10:30a. riiiiggghhhtt. we got off at the wrong stop and had to wait 40 minutes for the next train going in the opposite direction. when we finally did show up to the hotel, they told us that it wasn't check in time, and that our room would be ready in a little while. uggh. we knew it wasn't check in time yet, but we were hoping they'd still let us in. ok, no problem. we decided to walk around for a bit.
our hotel was near the opera. it's a really nice area to walk around, but we were exhausted. we definitely weren't making it to services. we found a place to eat - of all things - pizza. we didn't care - it was across the street and reasonably priced. i was getting clumsy by this point - i spilled my water and broke a glass of wine. we really needed to get up to the room and take a nap. we went back to the hotel, but they still wouldn't let us in. finally at 3p, the official check-in time, they told us we could finally take our room. for making us wait so long, they upgraded us to the deluxe room. and while the room was nice, it certainly wasn't deluxe. it was fairly small, but we were so tired that we didn't care. we just got into bed and took a nap.
a few hours later, awakened and refreshed, we decided it was time to hit the town in search of dinner...
so during the previous few months, i had been searching for a ring. it took right up till the week before we left for paris to get the ring, but the wait was worth it and the stone was gorgeous. now, i had never actually seen the ring at all until moments before we left for the airport - my parents had been given the task of finding the specific stone and ring, b/c they gots da connections up deah in NY. i had been agonizing over whether or not the ring would set off the metal detector in the airport, and whether or not my elaborately planned proposal would be ruined, and i would have to propose right there in the airport. of course, that would probably make for a pretty good proposal story, but then we'd have to sit through a 6 hour flight, which is not the most romantic follow up. but luckily the ring, snugly hidden in a secret pouch beneath my clothing, set off no alarms, and we proceeded to the gate.
we were both really excited to be going on this trip, everything was great. i figured getting bumped up to first class would make it even better. cindy did not yet have unflinching faith in my powers to talk it up and get upgrades or better options. sure, i got us the presidential suite for $54 at davi's wedding the summer before. sure, i'd gotten other upgrades as well - but this was a first class 6 hr trans-atlantic flight. it just wasn't going to happen. about 30 minutes later, cindy's faith in my powers was signed, sealed, delivered, as i told her that it was time for us to board.
"but it's not our turn - they're boarding first class now."
"i know, let's go." i said as i handed her a first class boarding ticket while grinning broadly.
"holy shit - you really got it!"
the rest of the flight was fantastic - personal dvd players, reclining chair/beds, champagne, 4 course meals, etc. first class really is the way to go.
we arrived at about 7:30a paris time, and expected to get our bags, take the metro to our hotel, shower, change, and make it to saturday morning services by about 10:30a. riiiiggghhhtt. we got off at the wrong stop and had to wait 40 minutes for the next train going in the opposite direction. when we finally did show up to the hotel, they told us that it wasn't check in time, and that our room would be ready in a little while. uggh. we knew it wasn't check in time yet, but we were hoping they'd still let us in. ok, no problem. we decided to walk around for a bit.
our hotel was near the opera. it's a really nice area to walk around, but we were exhausted. we definitely weren't making it to services. we found a place to eat - of all things - pizza. we didn't care - it was across the street and reasonably priced. i was getting clumsy by this point - i spilled my water and broke a glass of wine. we really needed to get up to the room and take a nap. we went back to the hotel, but they still wouldn't let us in. finally at 3p, the official check-in time, they told us we could finally take our room. for making us wait so long, they upgraded us to the deluxe room. and while the room was nice, it certainly wasn't deluxe. it was fairly small, but we were so tired that we didn't care. we just got into bed and took a nap.
a few hours later, awakened and refreshed, we decided it was time to hit the town in search of dinner...
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