Delayed Proposal Story Part 1
This may be a bit old… I proposed to Mandrina seven months and twenty-three days ago.
Now, here’s the rest of the story.
I AM THE MAN!
My lovely fiancee just called me while I was driving to work to tell me that on an episode of some stupid show on the Style network, three different individuals selecting items for some fourth girl on a makeover show ALL loved a particular BCBG dress.
The self-same dress I chose for Mandrina for her class reunion. Which she didn’t end up wearing, but that’s her story.
So what did Mandrina call me up and say? “I just wanted to let you know that you have taste.”
Take that, woman who thinks I never bought the right size pants!
Looking for a Honeymoon
Trying to find a Honeymoon location has been a hassle.
Originally, Mandrina wanted to go to Vienna, Austria. I wasn’t thrilled with that, but I came up with a wonderful compromise — three or four nights in Vienna, an overnight train to Switzerland (I want to open a Swiss Bank account!), then another train to Belgium — which is for my stomach — Gauffres, Belgian Chocolate, and Frites, baby!
Then someone realized that a March wedding would lead to a March honeymoon would lead to Vienna in March which would lead to dealing with 30 degree temperatures. Mandrina wants a warm honeymoon (“Bare shoulders!”).
So I suddenly have to deal with coming up with a new destination.
Mandrina wanted Egypt. A Nile River cruise, Pyramids, Cairo. I agreed it would be neat. Then I spoke to a friend, Egyptian parents, who advised me that it probably wouldn’t be too safe to go to Egypt. Doh.
NEXT!
Australia wasn’t too popular, nor was New Zealand. Peru (Machu Picchu!) met with similar issues — actually, the primary one was the lack of options for going to see Machu Picchu — it appears to always require a tour.
NEXT!
Casablanca was the most recent idea (our first dance is likely to be to “As Time Goes By”). Morocco isn’t necessarily unsafe (I don’t know yet), but the cost to travel from New Orleans or Atlanta (nearest two major airports) to Casablanca is rather high.
NEXT!
Nile River Cruise, train to Casablanca. Whoops. I’d have to cross Libya, which I seem to recall is a terrorism supporter. That’s not so good…
NEXT!
Um.
I don’t have a “Next” yet. Hrm…
Another trip to FL
Mandrina and I leave tomorrow AM for Florida, to go to her High School Reunion. I’m not terribly looking forward to it. I have to play nice and dress up, and be away from my cat. Okay, so it’s mostly the latter — I’m afraid he’ll get annoyed with me while we’re gone, and adjust to a completely inconvenient sleep schedule, like he did last summer when we were in Romania.
Of course, we’re also going to take the opportunity to talk to Florists, and Caterers, and maybe, if I play my cards right, bakers. Because, of course, since Mandrina will want Chick Filet (spelling?), the diet is suspended while we are in FL. So I better get me some chocolate chip cookies while I can!!!
This I don’t get, though. We’ve been to Florida three times in the last year. We’ve been to New York all of once. Admittedly, Florida is nicer much of the year than New York, but… PIZZA!!!
Which I couldn’t have on this diet, anyway, so no big loss.