The plot had begun weeks before, when Andrew headed to Florida for a "business trip." The trip, it turns out, was to Orlando to ask my parents for my hand in marriage. He told them which day he'd pop the question to me, and for the next two weeks, my mom steadfastly kept the secret through our daily phone calls, struggling to keep it to herself. Finally, by the morning of, she couldn’t take it anymore and simply hung up on me.
Around noon on June 10, 2011, my boss sent me to pick up lunch for a meeting. To my surprise, the driver missed the turn for Chelsea Market, and I panicked (too many episodes of "Law and Order," I guess). When he stopped several blocks later, Andrew knocked on the car window. He took me up to the High Line park, where he had a bottle of Champagne waiting. After a short speech (that I wish I could remember), he said, "Will you marry me?" Somewhere amidst the tears, I said, "Yes."
After a few quick calls to friends and family, we headed to Pastis for lunch. And who was sitting next to us? Martha! She was so excited (but she did complain about being left out of Andrews "conspiracy" with my boss) and sent over even more Champagne and took photos for her blog. Check out the post on Martha’s blog here! See my pink cheeks? That’s from all the bubbly.
In the end, Andrew and I decided on a long engagement. What with hurricane season (I’m from Florida), Jewish holidays, family schedules, birthdays, and anniversaries, we finally settled on a Saturday in March 2012. We’ve already known each other for nine years, so what’s an extra few months. Plus, that gives me way more time to plan, right?
Check back soon to see how I chose my wedding location!