Last night, I came home to find my fiance in a suit. We were going out to the opening night of the art fair, so I didn't think much of it. He'd called me earlier to tell me two delightful things: One, he picked up my ring from Queen of Heirs! and And my boots arrived! I made him open the boots and tell me how pretty they were on the phone. He said "they are very you."
It was torture getting through the rest of the work day knowing that those two items were at the house, and all I had to do to get them was to leave work and go home. I bravely stuck it out.
So I got home, and the awesome looking, suited up Graham directed me to the box of boots on the coffee table. I tore off my shoes and tried on the right boot without socks. It was awesome!! It fit perfectly, it was comfortable, and I knew that even with socks, it'd work out great. I grinned and smiled and grinned some more. Graham was about to say something and then he heard a "meow" from the back of the house, and he went to talk to Noir about whether or not Noir had already eaten enough that day. (Turns out, he hadn't, everyone agreed.) In the meantime, I went to the bathroom to pee.
There was a little confusion after that. We both knew what was coming next, but I went to the couch in the den, and he went to the living room, and we both sort of waited for the other. "Where the hell are you?" "I'm here!" "Well get over here." I walked over to the living room, and he was standing in the middle of the room. I walked over and stood in front of him. He pulled out the box, opened it, and showed me my ring. I gushed. He put it on my finger, and asked me to marry him. I said yes! There was kissing, and Celosa was all up in our grill about how cute she is. And then some gushing about how awesome the ring is and how well it fits.
And then I had to get dressed for the event we were going to. There was some discussion about whether or not I'd wear the boots. Graham pointed out that while I should break them in at some point, I shouldn't wear them so much that by the time the wedding rolls around they're not special anymore. I reluctantly agreed and headed to my closet to get changed. (Velvet pajama pants that no one knows are pajama pants, magenta tee, long black fitted sweater coat with ruffles on the edges, awesome four inch Tahari booties, cutout felt flower necklace and peacock feather earrings.) We both looked great.
The art fair was a lot of fun, if exhausting. Every five feet, it seemed, we ran into someone we knew. So it turned into two hours of walk, walk, hug, walk, walk, hug. Conversations were relatively limited, but it was nice to see so many people. A few asked about my ring, though I trying really, really hard to be cool about it.
About an hour in, we ran into my parents, and I showed my mom my ring. She'd seen the pictures that we took when we bought it, but she was terribly excited to see it. When she looked at it, she just gasped and hugged and kissed me. And then she hugged and kissed Graham. She was so genuinely excited about it. We pulled my dad away from the conversation he was in to show him, and he seemed pretty psyched about it too.
We walked on, talking to more and more people, as we walked. It really was amazing how many people we knew were at this event. I think something like 60 galleries from all over the country had brought in art. I suspect that the show will be pretty successful in terms of sales, as I saw a lot of collectors asking lots of questions. I know a friend of mine was in art buying mode rather than socializing mode, and I suspect that he got a few pieces or is at least in negotiation for a few pieces.
We ran into my sister at some point, too, and she also got to gush over the ring.
Towards the end of the night, we ran into my parents again, and we briefly talked about getting something to eat, but they got sucked into yet another conversation. I hadn't really eaten much more than a protein bar and some almonds, and Graham was getting cranky, so we took off in search of food. The Grove, which was right across the street from the convention center, was full to the gills. Apparently there's a week long, all women, Barbershop Quartet convention in town this week. So we went to Farrago on the way home and had a nice quiet dinner. We always forget about that place, and it's so good and so close to home....
When we got home, I tried on my new boots in earnest, socks and all. They are AWESOME. The lacing is just lovely, the embroidery fucking rocks, they fit perfectly, and I couldn't be happier with the decision to get them. Yay for boots that make me happy!
We went to bed with Graham advising me not to fling at him in the middle of the night. He sleeps on my left side, and he has justifiable fears of being cut to shreds by my new ring.
So far, so good, but we have a lifetime more to sleep with it.
Tags: graham, ooh shiny!, things that make 'stina happy, wedding