drjackal31
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Aug 9, 2016
I have been lurking around here for quite a while thought I would start my own planning journal. Now lets see if I remember to update it.
Welcome Party: To Be Determined (I put DF and his mom in charge of planning this because they wanted something to do. Nothing has yet been done as far as I know)
Ceremony: Morocco
Reception: Brunch The Attic
About US
Our dating story isn't that exciting like so many others, lol. We met online after talking for a few weeks we met at a bar. Neither one of us thought anything of it, just a eh we'll go out and have a drink with this person, no big deal. We ended up at two different bars that night and talked a looooong time. At the end of the night after some tug of war I eventually let him drive me home (I had walked to the bar from my apartment), but when we got to my apartment I said bye and ran out of the car. Fast-forward nine months and he moved into my apartment, a year later "we" bought a house. After some time being together we found out some of my friends knew some of his friends, so I feel us meeting was eventually going to happen one way or another.
Engagement Story
About a year into us dating I already decided we were getting married and started getting ideas together, but more on that later. I had been asking him to marry me probably everyday for over a year by the time he had proposed. We had discussed getting married and what we wanted, the only thing left was the formality. Even though we had already decided to get married, and when, September 2107. We decided that he could still have that moment.
He had brought the ring down to Florida in September 2016 for our friends trip to Universal/MNSSHP, but since we were always around friends he didn't proposed. Unpacking I found the box, freaked out, but didn't look inside and shoved it back in his backpack. Then while looking for tools in the basement with him next to me, I was opening drawers and he kept saying that there wasn't any tools in the drawers. Again there was the box. I closed the drawer in front of him and pretended I didn't see it. (This time the next time he wasn't home I snuck a look, ssshhh).
Finally we flew across the country for a friends wedding in California, it happened. We stayed a few days into the week after the wedding. While sitting on a bench in Fisherman's Wharf he started talking about how we'd get married one day. Me, being cranky, said well we better get married, he stopped talking about it and we started walking again a few minutes later. Then further down the wharf, sitting down again he started the same little speech thing and pulled out the ring. He couldn't get it over my knuckle because we were doing so much walking my fingers were gigantic, lol. When we got back to the hotel I texted a picture to my best friend.
To be continued...
Welcome Party: To Be Determined (I put DF and his mom in charge of planning this because they wanted something to do. Nothing has yet been done as far as I know)
Ceremony: Morocco
Reception: Brunch The Attic
About US
Our dating story isn't that exciting like so many others, lol. We met online after talking for a few weeks we met at a bar. Neither one of us thought anything of it, just a eh we'll go out and have a drink with this person, no big deal. We ended up at two different bars that night and talked a looooong time. At the end of the night after some tug of war I eventually let him drive me home (I had walked to the bar from my apartment), but when we got to my apartment I said bye and ran out of the car. Fast-forward nine months and he moved into my apartment, a year later "we" bought a house. After some time being together we found out some of my friends knew some of his friends, so I feel us meeting was eventually going to happen one way or another.
Engagement Story
About a year into us dating I already decided we were getting married and started getting ideas together, but more on that later. I had been asking him to marry me probably everyday for over a year by the time he had proposed. We had discussed getting married and what we wanted, the only thing left was the formality. Even though we had already decided to get married, and when, September 2107. We decided that he could still have that moment.
He had brought the ring down to Florida in September 2016 for our friends trip to Universal/MNSSHP, but since we were always around friends he didn't proposed. Unpacking I found the box, freaked out, but didn't look inside and shoved it back in his backpack. Then while looking for tools in the basement with him next to me, I was opening drawers and he kept saying that there wasn't any tools in the drawers. Again there was the box. I closed the drawer in front of him and pretended I didn't see it. (This time the next time he wasn't home I snuck a look, ssshhh).
Finally we flew across the country for a friends wedding in California, it happened. We stayed a few days into the week after the wedding. While sitting on a bench in Fisherman's Wharf he started talking about how we'd get married one day. Me, being cranky, said well we better get married, he stopped talking about it and we started walking again a few minutes later. Then further down the wharf, sitting down again he started the same little speech thing and pulled out the ring. He couldn't get it over my knuckle because we were doing so much walking my fingers were gigantic, lol. When we got back to the hotel I texted a picture to my best friend.
To be continued...