Ring Toss

10/10/06



For those of you who still don’t know (and I can’t imagine there are a great many of you) I would like to take this opportunity to say that about a week ago I proposed that Hanni and I spend the rest of our lives together in holy matrimony. True, we had decided quite some time ago that we were going to get married; had even settled on a date, so this proposal didn’t come as any great surprise to her, but she is dutiful and wonderful enough to have acted surprised and delighted. I even got down on one knee and everything.

We went ring shopping and narrowed it down to two different baubles, but my dear fiancé made it abundantly clear which one she preferred. The deal was that she knew which ring she was getting; she knew I was going to propose, but she didn’t know when. Last week was when. Incidentally, for those of you wishing to purchase high-quality jewelry at very reasonable prices, I highly recommend Loftis Jewelry; they’re quite helpful to boot.

So, wallet stinging from the dent I’d just made in its hide, I took the little treasure to my future wife. Let me just say that, for someone unused to carrying around either large suitcases of cash or kilos of high-grade cocaine, carting around an easily-stolen ring worth more than any single other item in my life is terrifically nerve-wracking. Oh, here’s a picture of the ring:

As you may have noticed I've completely obliterated much idea of scale here so as to make it look as big and impressive as possible. I have a very fragile ego.

She said yes, by the way. This must be what it feels like to be happy. I must say it is an emotion with which I am not intimately associated. Kinda feels itchy, but nice. This is very dangerous now, me being happy and all, because I love her unfailingly and now have actual hope and optimism for our future life together. Damnit. I suppose I’ll just have to get used to being happy. Things were so much easier when I was alone and depressed and didn’t much care whether I woke up the next morning or not. Ah well, bygones.

I love you, Hanni. The rest of you can just pretend that this blog was about, I dunno, how much I hate Larry the Cable Guy or something.