I'm getting married 10/10/10 to this girl I met in a poetry class over 4 years ago.
She's a strong wonderful beautiful lady and now she's ALLLLL MIIINE.
Been a very busy month, really. But I haven't posted anything about this huge awesome thing Amy and I are doing. Here's the basic story of me proposing:
Location: Wagon Hill
Time: Mid-day, New Year's Eve
Weather: Very snowy
With Amy throwing a huge stick for Leela, I decided everything was way too nice to save for whatever we'd be up to at midnight, my original plan. I was thinking of going extra cliche and giving her a ring as the year changed. But the snowflakes were very fluffy, and we were having a lot of fun. And I was smart and had the ring (well, 2 rings, actually) in my pocket, ready to go.
The first ring, and my original idea, was made by me out of birch bark. Amy has a special connection with trees and we love nature in general, so it was a perfect idea. It is the REAL engagement ring. So I had this one in my pocket inside of an emptied out floss container. This was to prevent it being crushed.
Amy saw me get on my knee and pretended to not know what I was doing. She forgot to say yes. After she put it on, I then busted out a cool ring I found with a sapphire as the main jewel and some dinky diamonds around it. Green sapphire, which I picked for the similarity to Amy's stunning eyes. A clean green. There is an imperfection in the jewel, which at first infuriated me, but then after I realized how it just made it more perfect since one of Amy's eyes has a small spot, a sort of imperfection of its own, and this being reflected in the ring really made me happy. So after the birch ring was wrapped on her ring finger, and we broke from a long embrace, I gave her a ring that would be a backup in case the first one fell apart, which it would, of course, since it was quite brittle. Note that the cleverness of it being "a backup" was actually the way Amy told the story once. What I really said was much less awesome. So let's just pretend I said it was the backup. It's a cool ring. Ask Amy sometime if you want to see it. After she had both rings on, she remembered to say yes.
We had already talked about getting married, and the whole let's be engaged formality was all my doing. For the months before the proposal, Amy was wondering why we weren't telling our families that we wanted to get married. We even decided on the cool 10/10/10 date before I proposed. But I had to act like we shouldn't tell anyone yet so I could surprise her. She didn't even want a ring, or at least that's what she said. TOO BAD.
So now I'm Amy's fiance, not just her boyfriend. It's pretty great.

Curious about the potential significance of mid October for our relationship when it started (we officially celebrate the anniversary of our first date on 10/28, the day we met up to go to a TheatreSports show in the MUB), I browsed through old blog/livejournal entries. I found this post, which had the following ominious line:
"October just started for me, I think."
By "October just started" I'm referring to something that's actually too secret to write about, but I will sum it up as this: in October every year, extra effort was put into meeting and spending time with girls. Me saying that October just started in an entry on 10/12/2005 is VERY interesting, especially knowing that 2 weeks later I would be out for the first time ever with my soon to be wife.
BRIAN OUT.





















