Another thing that happened, while I was away from you: Sgt. Lucky and I got engaged.
I actually figured I’d written about this and was aghast to realize that I hadn’t. I guess I forgot that I basically disappeared for a year there, as far as blogging goes.
Engagement Day 2009, as it will ever after be known, occurred on our one year anniversary of dating. It really was one of the best days of my life, even before the proposal business. Sgt. Lucky planned a whole day of adventures, including a carriage ride in Central Park and ice skating at Rockefeller Center and a Broadway play – basically all the things I’ve always wanted to do, but didn’t, because I live here and so it never seems urgent.
Lucky waited til the end of the night to ask me, and apparently I’ll never make a living playing poker, because I guess my face transmitted clearly that I thought no proposal was imminent and that I was disappointed. Then when he did ask me – at the bar where we had our first date – I apparently forgot to say yes. Instead I looked greedily at the ring and said, “IT’S THE ONE I WANTED.”
Because I am a magpie, apparently.
Anyway, no date yet, before you ask. Because, by the way, everyone asks. It’s the first thing they ask. It’s a natural question and I’m glad people love me enough to care or to pretend to care, but still, I would like to apologize to anyone I’ve pestered about that before. I didn’t know, people!