he asked me to marry him

I always knew he would do something good. He's just like that. He knows how to create a good moment.

We had discussed the idea of marriage. We both wanted to do it. We both wanted to marry each other. So I knew it was coming at some point...but I didn't expect it to be this weekend. 

He mentioned that he wanted to go to the Downtown Aquarium for his last weekend in Houston. It's an aquarium theme park restaurant, with a restaurant, a ferris wheel, and various exhibits including a ride through the middle of a shark tank (which was cool). He had a fear of ferris wheels. He told me he wanted to conquer it. 

After dinner, we bought tickets for the ferris wheel and got in line. It was HOT. He was nervous. It was one of those ferris wheels in which the seats are not bucket seats but round carriages hanging from a pole in the center. We got in and he held tightly to the pole. I enjoyed the ride. I love ferris wheels. 

We got to the top: a view of downtown Houston to my right and a view of Highway 45 to my left. It was cool. 

"This view from the top is awesome," I said to him to get him to look around and be cool with ferris wheels. 

"We're at the top?" he asked. 

He looked around and confirmed and then crouched forward toward me in the carriage. He pulled a ring box out of his pocket. 

And the rest is entirely a blur. I can't remember the exact words he said to ask me. I can't remember exactly what happened. I don't remember the rest of the ride. I was overwhelmingly happy. 

And I still am. 

He is THE ONE. He is my soulmate. He gave me a GREAT story; he knows how much I appreciate that. 

my most embarrassing story

I was recently inspired by an embarrassing story written in the blog, It's Almost Naptime!! and I've decided to share my most embarrassing story. I have told this story over and over and I expect to tell it again.

Here it is:

In college, I got a part time job at Pappasitos, a Mexican restaurant located on Northwest Highway in Dallas, TX. I was a hostess. At this time, the uniform for the hostess consisted of a black wrap skirt and one of those frilly white tops that I guess is what Mexican ladies wore way back when.
It was a Saturday night and it was BUSY. I was the runner so I walked back and forth seating guests at their tables. It was the busiest part of the night when I was told to seat this family of five in a booth across the room from the hostess stand. If you've ever been to this Pappasitos, you'll recall how the restaurant is a wide open space; everyone can see everyone else.

I was halfway across the room with the family in tow, when the littlest girl tapped me on the arm.
"Miss," she said sweetly, "Your skirt fell off."

I stopped and looked down and yes, she was correct. My skirt had become unwrapped and was circling my ankles. I reached down to grab it and wrap it around myself before anyone else could see. I exchanged "oops!" glances with the family and asked the Dad if he could carry the menus while I fixed myself.

We all made it across the room and to their booth. The Dad handed out the menus. The little girl looked at me with WIDE eyes and asked, "Are you embarrassed?"

As I pulled the double knot of my wrap skirt tight, I looked at her, raised my eyebrows and said, "I don't have the time to be embarrassed. Enjoy your meal, y'all!"

Only after my shift was ended and I went home and told the story to my friends for the first time did I really feel the embarrassment. But I was comforted that it was a good story so I need not worry about it.

From that night forward, I safety-pinned my skirt together, just in case.

my total dream man

last night, while I was out at a writers meeting for my next sketch show, I received a text from my boyfriend that read:
"Watching the one couple chase each other AMAZINGLY across the floor reminds me of us...I truly wanna take dance lessons with you!"

And it made me SO HAPPY because I have always wanted to take dance lessons, especially with a partner. And now, my sweet soulmate is here and he wants to do that too!!!

I'm a lucky girl.