This G-girl is getting hitched. It's very exciting and it only took him five years to decide that I was the one for him. Just kidding. I am sure he knew from the moment he met me and my then boyfriend. Whatever, bygones.
We flew back to P-town a couple of weeks ago for FH's annual PAC fundraiser. I knew that even a hot senate race wasn't reason enough to buy me a plane ticket home, but that's what I love about him. It might be almost enough. [We'll see if he makes me buy my own ticket home next year.] It was Music Fest Northwest, a great music event, that lasts for four days and has more than 80 bands playing short shows at all of Portland's venues. We had a few hours before the fundraiser and I was sooooooo tired from flying in the night before and then going straight to two shows and staying out really late. But when your favorite guy asks you to go to a bar on a beautiful late summer afternoon and it's kind of far out of town and you went there on your first date and you have recently been looking at wedding rings..... what girl would say 'no'?
So over some very nice words and two bottles of Miller High Life, the champagne of beers, FH asked me to spend the rest of my life with him and pulled out a beautiful family heirloom ring. I tried not to interrupt him as he popped the question and then I gladly accepted. Twas probably the first time in 5 years that I didn't say something stupid.
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It's about time. Congrats to both of you!
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