theproposal

It was a cold September night......

So, here's the whole story, there are lots of parts, so bear with us...

Jeff and I went to see "The Bachelor" on our first date. During the movie, the main character asks his girlfriend to marry him at a place called "The Starlight Room" in San Francisco; a place "you only go to when you want to propose" (line from the movie).

Now, we move ahead several months further. Jeff and I have taken several weekend trips together. It was finally my turn to plan a trip, so I decided we'd go to San Francisco and visit my friend, Karen. I thought while we were up there, we'd live out the movie from our first date and go see The Starlight Room. Karen made reservations for us for Friday night, the night we arrived. Little did I know that Jeff had already made reservations for the same place, but on Saturday night.

When we got to San Francisco, our plane was running a
little late. We had to hop on a shuttle to the train station,
then hop on a train to Karen's neck of the woods. The whole way Jeff kept telling me how "motion sick" he was, but we kept chugging along. By the time we got to Karen's, we had all of 10 minutes to get ready and go (of course we took a bit longer, I am a girl you know!). We rushed into the city, finally made it to the Sir Francis Drake Hotel, and met Karen's boyfriend, Manaf. We ate dinner at this cool Italian Restaurant on the bottom floor of the hotel, then headed up to The Starlight Room on the top floor of the hotel.

This was it! We were finally there! We were about to live out our first date movie! WRONG!!!!! The Starlight Room turned out to be a cheesy night club with too many people, too much noise, and too many old people trying to pick up on each other. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't deal well with any of this - crowds, loud noises, yuk! I was miserable. Not knowing what Jeff had planned for the evening, I insisted that we leave. I think I really threw Jeff for a loop. He must have been thinking, "What do I do now?"

Actually, I know that now to be the truth. He didn't have an idea of where to go next, but he knew that it was going to happen, no matter what. So, he asked Karen, "Where's another nice scenic place to see in San Francisco at night?" Karen (already knowing the night's plans as she was carrying the ring!) suggested we go to Twin Peaks, a beautiful spot at the top of a hill, overlooking all of the city. Since Jeff and I are always up for a scenic spot (we always look for them on our trips), we agreed to go there.

When we got to Twin Peaks, we got out of the car to a blaring rendition of "La Cucaracha" or some other classic Mexican folk song. Karen was so upset by this and I couldn't figure out why, but I just let it go at that and we all walked away from it. Shortly there after, Karen and Manaf walked away and Jeff and I were alone. We were looking out at the city, enjoying the view, when....

WAIT! STOP!! Flashback moment...Jeff has this little game he plays with me. He always says, "Kris, Can I ask you a question?" When he asks this, he always left me hanging. He would say, "Oh, nothing." So, I've grown to be a bit accustomed to hearing this question and pretty much ignoring it.

OKAY, back to the story...As Jeff was standing behind me, holding me in his arms, he says his famous, "Kris, Can I ask you a question?" Well, you know how I already react to this so I just turned around and said, "What?" Instead of finishing out another series of the same game, I was SHOCKED to see him, down on one knee, my ring box opened (with a light shining on it, mind you, singing like the angels..."AAAAHHHH''), saying "Will you marry me?" Well, did I say I was SHOCKED before? It was still true as I replied, "Right now? You're asking me right now? Right at this moment? Are you serious, right now?" I guess that wasn't the right answer, but what can you expect when I've been asked the same question ("Kris, Can I ask you a question?") a hundred times. Well, I guess the true answer is clear, as we now have a web page dedicated to our wedding. But I'll tell you what I told him, "Yes, of course I'll marry you!" And the rest, as they say, "is history". But, you may want to look below for some more entertainment from our engagement weekend.