The big night....part III
After returning home to Nashville, I had set up a time to go to Baton Rouge and talk with her parents about the possibility of marrying Sarah. I flew down there and took them out to dinner, and after much talking.....they gave me the OK. I then flew to Dallas to meet my older brother Sean and his wife Keri so we could go ring shopping. I had the store send the ring to Oklahoma instead of Nashville....one of the best decisions of my life.I decided that I wanted to ask Sarah to marry me at a park here in Nashville that is BEAUTIFUL. It has this huge entrance with about 100 stone steps leading up to this ampitheather area. It has a distinct Civil War time feel, and is just really cool. I had been coordinating with Katie Malone, the girls RUF intern here at Vanderbilt about setting up alot of candles in the ampitheater of the park. Alot of candles. We arrived back in Nashville after a weekend in Oklahoma with my parents and I drove her out to the park and lied about why we were going there. But it was all part of the plan. She had her eyes closed, thinking it was because I wanted her to wait and see this park from a certain spot. I carried her down into the middle of the candles, and when she opened her eyes, there I was, shaking like a wet dog.
I asked.
She said yes.
The ring fits, she loves it.
We are going to get married on May 27.
Thanks for reading.
posted by corbs @ 9:39 PM
6 Comments:
Congratulations, Corbie! Thanks for sharing the story.
congratulations!
And kudos on asking her parents first.
You wroke "shaking like a wet dog" but I think the better expression would be "wet like a wet dog." Wet dogs don't shake. They are wet. You were wet like a wet dog. Ever smelled wet dog? Wow. Talk about medicine. Last week I took too many pain pills and woke up at three in the morning with my pants off and hanging from the ceiling fan. Now I was surely "wet like a wet dog" then. After that, I maxed out on orange juice, gagging on the pulp (why do they put so much pulp in the juice? I didn't want a smoothie. I wanted juice. I don't like those little things floating around in my juice. Furthermore, what is it? Little orange bits? Don't get it.) Sometimes I think about pulp when I am wet like a dog. But that doesn't prevent me from taking more pain pills. I like them. They make me take off my pants and hang them from the ceiling fan. Sometimes I follow it up with a Rubber Squish.
OH MY GOSH. atta boy corbs. we need to talk son. so happy for you.
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Hi corbs long live the ceiling fan!! The big night....part III says it all. My place is covered with them with one in each room. No air-conditioning for us, recycled pollution thats all it is. I found some great advice from ceiling fan resource sites like ceiling fan, they helped me make decisions on ceiling fan and related stuff.
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