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Remember that time I was going to propose to my boyfriend?
Well, he beat me to it.
We had seven friends come out from Indiana for Harrisburg's Brewer's Festival, which happens every summer and is awesome. I fleetingly had thought that he might do it then because a lot of our friends would be there, but decided that he was a) never going to do it, and b) wouldn't do it then because I would be too drunk all weekend and wouldn't remember anything.
We all went to dinner at the local brewery. After dinner, Eric said Julie was going to meet us at our house and we were going to go to a bar nearby. So we went in the house, and no one turned on any lights, and I was like, duh, turn on some lights! So I turned them on and then everyone yelled SURPRISE and the lights came on and there were balloons and streamers and 30 people crammed into my living room. I immediately wondered if it was someone's birthday, but then I realized that they actually yelled "SURPRISE, ASHLEY!!!" And I was extra confused.
Then Eric was standing next to me and everyone was staring at us, and he said something (which is all really fuzzy and I will have to see it again in videos when someone sends it to me because by this time I kind of figured out what was going on) about how much he loved me and that he was a better person with me, and also that I put up with him and all of his crap, like that he sucks at cleaning and doing laundry and living like a non-dirty person, and he said that I had put up with him and his crap for so long that he really knew that I must love him too, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. And then he got on one knee and proposed and I said yes and everyone cheered and took pictures and set off those little popper things that shoot streamers when you pull the string.
Then I realized exactly how many people were there, and that pretty much EVERYONE we knew in PA was there. Like, people who always flake out on hanging out, and a bunch of our friends with little kids who also never get out. Someone would come up to me to say congratulations, and I would be like, "Oh, YOU'RE here!!" and that happened like ten times. And then they handed out champagne and we toasted, and I realized that everyone had been chugging down beers while they waited for us (we were a little late) and everyone was drunk and it was awesome!
Julie had basically planned the party part of it - there were flowers and little hors d'oeuvres on fancy plates (like quiches and junk) and crackers and fancy cheese and chocolate and shit. And then, magically, there was a cake that said "Congratulations Ashley and Eric!" and it was the most delicious cake and it was stuffed with strawberries. And everyone made us cut the cake together like it was a wedding cake and it was the twee-est thing that's ever happened to me...they tried to make us feed the cake to each other but we basically put the knife down and ran away from the cake as fast as we could.
So I am very excited and have extreme diarrhea of the mouth and can't stop talking about my wedding to the point where I am even making myself a little sick of it. But oh well. You only get married once, right? I'll refrain from getting all detail-y in what is already an over-long post, and anyway we're less than a week into planning, so thing will inevitably change....I am sure I will write until you are sick of hearing it later. Suffice to say, we're doing it our way and it will be awesome.
Well, he beat me to it.
We had seven friends come out from Indiana for Harrisburg's Brewer's Festival, which happens every summer and is awesome. I fleetingly had thought that he might do it then because a lot of our friends would be there, but decided that he was a) never going to do it, and b) wouldn't do it then because I would be too drunk all weekend and wouldn't remember anything.
We all went to dinner at the local brewery. After dinner, Eric said Julie was going to meet us at our house and we were going to go to a bar nearby. So we went in the house, and no one turned on any lights, and I was like, duh, turn on some lights! So I turned them on and then everyone yelled SURPRISE and the lights came on and there were balloons and streamers and 30 people crammed into my living room. I immediately wondered if it was someone's birthday, but then I realized that they actually yelled "SURPRISE, ASHLEY!!!" And I was extra confused.
Then Eric was standing next to me and everyone was staring at us, and he said something (which is all really fuzzy and I will have to see it again in videos when someone sends it to me because by this time I kind of figured out what was going on) about how much he loved me and that he was a better person with me, and also that I put up with him and all of his crap, like that he sucks at cleaning and doing laundry and living like a non-dirty person, and he said that I had put up with him and his crap for so long that he really knew that I must love him too, and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. And then he got on one knee and proposed and I said yes and everyone cheered and took pictures and set off those little popper things that shoot streamers when you pull the string.
Then I realized exactly how many people were there, and that pretty much EVERYONE we knew in PA was there. Like, people who always flake out on hanging out, and a bunch of our friends with little kids who also never get out. Someone would come up to me to say congratulations, and I would be like, "Oh, YOU'RE here!!" and that happened like ten times. And then they handed out champagne and we toasted, and I realized that everyone had been chugging down beers while they waited for us (we were a little late) and everyone was drunk and it was awesome!
Julie had basically planned the party part of it - there were flowers and little hors d'oeuvres on fancy plates (like quiches and junk) and crackers and fancy cheese and chocolate and shit. And then, magically, there was a cake that said "Congratulations Ashley and Eric!" and it was the most delicious cake and it was stuffed with strawberries. And everyone made us cut the cake together like it was a wedding cake and it was the twee-est thing that's ever happened to me...they tried to make us feed the cake to each other but we basically put the knife down and ran away from the cake as fast as we could.
So I am very excited and have extreme diarrhea of the mouth and can't stop talking about my wedding to the point where I am even making myself a little sick of it. But oh well. You only get married once, right? I'll refrain from getting all detail-y in what is already an over-long post, and anyway we're less than a week into planning, so thing will inevitably change....I am sure I will write until you are sick of hearing it later. Suffice to say, we're doing it our way and it will be awesome.