A debacle of epic proportions.
The setup was as follows:
Each stop on the “treasure hunt” was a place that meant something to our relationship (where we first met, etc.). At each place would be a friend of ours waiting for her to show up, give her something, and a notecard with the next clue. The end result was to culminate at our local art gallery, where I had purchased her favorite painting for her. Then she was to go to a little meadow with a bell, which is where we first kissed. And then, proposal. Oh, it was also our first anniversary, so there was the whole cover of just giving her a painting for our anniversary; she thought I’d be proposing in June.
Anyways, the plan was to get going and have her in town by 11:40 (we’re 40 minutes away).
The alarm didn’t go off, and she took her time with her morning routine, so we didn’t get out the damn door until 12:30.
First stop went fine, but then on the second stop she ended up talking to the friend for something like a half hour.
Third stop was cancelled as a result, partly because of tme, and partly because the friend was at the wrong place.
And downhill from there… the final “culmination” didn’t even work right, because the art gallery ladies didn’t know that THEY were supposed to give her the painting, not me; so they just ended up hanging out with her and feeding her for 30 minutes.
The bell proposing also was a bit marred, because I realized (too late) that it was private Catholic nun property, and we were awesomely trespassing. Also, it started to sleet. On us.
Anyways, it ended up with my properly-worded speech going out the window as soon as I got down on one knee, and just stammered out “I love you… w… will you please marry me?”
She just nodded.
