so this last saturday marked exactly four months till shitler and i get hitched.
which is weird. and awhile back i attempted to win some cash money from the knot to pay for our destination wedding nuptials with the telling of our engagement story. then i badgered most of you to vote. but to no avail because we weren't finalists and WHATEVER MY ENGAGEMENT STORY ISN'T FILLED WITH FLOWERS AND RAINBOW FARTS AND A RING IN A PIECE OF CHOCOLATE CAKE OR A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE (although champagne was a factor) but i like to think my engagement story is perfectly ridiculous and i wouldn't have it any other way.
that being said - here is the story. enjoy or destroy.
the major players: shitler and shannon
the background: a couple of kids who met on the swing set and the rest is history. and by history i mean thirteen years together.
the scene: shannon, in preparation for their departure to mexico for a family wedding, decides to drink two bottles of champagne and pass out naked in bed before their flight. 3:30AM rears its ugly head and that obnoxiously awful alarm goes off. shitler is overly excited and way too peppy for 3:30AM. he asks repeatedly if he can turn the light on. shannon, having over-served herself the night before, is none too thrilled about the hungover-ish situation she finds herself waking up in. she reluctantly tells shitler that he can turn the light on and reminds herself to brace her eyeballs for the terribleness that is the blinding light. she pulls the blankets over her head and shitler, still unable to contain his unusual excitement, bounds over to shannon and tells her that he bought her something to wear in mexico. "an over-sized sombrero?" shannon hopes. he tells her to close her eyes. she fist pumps and willingly does (see previously mentioned champagne-induced hangover). shannon hears rustling and then footsteps and the next thing she hears is "how would you like to go to mexico ENGAGED?!" and when she blearily opens her eyes an engagement ring is crammed in her face.
the following conversation ensues:
shannon: wait. what?
shitler: do you want to go to mexico engaged?
shannon: wait, seriously?
shannon: is this really happening?
shitler: uhhh ya.
shannon: holy shit. yes.
having still not come to terms with the fact that she is now officially, actually going to get married after thirteen years, she throws on some clothes, barrels down the stairs, and wakes up both her and shitler's brothers by declaring " I'M ENGAGED MOTHERFUCKERS!"
so that's my story. it's all sorts of non-traditional. and for that - i love it a lot.