It has been pointed out to me that after all of my posts mentioning the pressure to get married, I have glossed over the fact that Rob and I got engaged. So...Rob and I got engaged! It was last weekend before we left for a quick trip to Chicago for a friend's wedding and to see my family. Our car to the airport was downstairs waiting for us when Rob asked me if I had finished packing. I had, but was worried that I was going to forget something--like my dress. So I started to list the things I was bringing and then asked if there was anything else I needed for the wedding. That was when Rob floated seemingly from the ceiling with this open box in his hand and said "How about this for the wedding?" And oh, the shininess. I don't know what happened after that, but there was hugging and laughing. Words were said. And then we had to run downstairs to get in the car.
At the airport, I walked around like a weirdo staring at my ring. It had suddenly started to rain and flights were getting canceled, but ours continued to flash on the screen simply as delayed. It ticked later and later by 30 minute increments until we finally had to stop looking at the monitor because it was clear that the airline was just inventing things and that pretty soon it would show that our flight was departing in June 2008. We decided to go to an airport restaurant where we were informed that due to the volume of hungry, irritable, un-airborn people, we could only have chicken wings or chicken tenders. They neglected to tell us that both were made with runway road kill, but it is the airport, so I'm not sure what I was expecting. We ate and made faces at each other. It took Delta 6 hours to decide that we would not be going to Chicago and that the lovely engagement, which had been timed to coincide with seeing my family, would be celebrated back at home with the cats.
To recap: we got engaged, drove to the airport, ate some crappy expensive food, and came home. But nothing could ruin the experience. Really.
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