Weddingbee Blog

Ok, I just realized that I never posted the lovely story of how Mr. Daisy proposed. So I am going to remedy that. Read on!

I really feel as if Mike Myers has played an integral role in my relationship with Mr. Daisy. Indeed, on our very first (official*) date, at the do-it-yourself Woo Lae Oak, we ran into Mr. Myers on our way home from the restaurant. As we walked by the Angelika up the street, he exited a large cargo/service door. He was alone, and it was random.

Fast forward to Saturday, December 10, 2005. We’re leaving Cedar Tavern, our local bar and scene of our first unofficial date (with good food too, if you happen to be hungry), at 1am or so and who should be walking in as we were walking out? Mr. Austin Powers himself. You might be asking yourself, Miss Daisy, why is this significant?

Well, I’ll tell you–

On that same Saturday, prior to seeing Mike Myers, and prior to hitting Cedar, Mr. Daisy asked me to make it official and marry him and I said yes. And our guardian angel Mike Myers must have stopped by Cedar to make sure it all went down all right. (That’s what I tell myself anyway.) Here’s what happened:

A week earlier, Mr. Daisy had gone to bed early and the phone rang so I answered. It was his friend Tommy who was letting us know that he and his wife Kim planned on coming to the city to see the tree at Rockefeller Center (all the way from NJ!) and wanted to know if Mr. Daisy and I wanted to have dinner with them afterward. Since I–eschewing all things ‘tourist’–had never seen the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree, I asked him if he and Kim would mind if Mr. Daisy and I tagged along. He said it would be fine, so I left Mr. Daisy a note that read: “Mr. Daisy - call Tommy in morning - early is ok. Wants to see about next Saturday– lunch & tree or dinner & tree?”

Over the course of the week, Mr. Daisy called Tommy and confirmed plans, to meet at the tree at twelve o’clock or so and then head down to our neighborhood for a late lunch. That Saturday morning, Mr. Daisy woke up before me, got ready and then woke me. I immediately started freaking out about how messy the house was, despite the fact that we planned to have Tommy and Kim over for a bit after lunch. After frantically cleaning up the place, I got ready and we headed to Rockefeller Center. In the cab, Mr. Daisy’s phone rang and Tommy told him that he and Kim had just arrived at Penn Station, as the train had been a couple of minutes late. Mr. Daisy told him that we’d go to the tree and meet them there and that Tommy should call when they got to Rock Center.

Of course, the moment we got out of the cab, I spied the Crane’s stationery store and asked Mr. Daisy if we could just wait in there until Tommy and Kim got to the area. He was really against it** because he wanted to “just get a peek at the tree before Tommy and Kim get there.”

After a little back-and-forth, I finally relented and we headed to the tree. Mr. Daisy then asked me if he could take my picture in front of the tree. I immediately perked up since a picture with the tree was my whole reason for wanting to go there. Mr. Daisy took one of me and then started to walk closer, bending down as he approached. Clueless me was all, “Mr. Daisy, you *cannot* take a picture of me from that angle. It is really unflattering to be shot from below!” But then, mid-complaint, I noticed that he was down on one knee and holding a ring box in lieu of the camera and I quickly went from complaining to crying as he asked me to marry him. In between my sobbed out “Oh-My-Gods,” I managed to spit out a “yes.” And that was that. Except for the guy with the thick Brooklyn accent who shouted “Don’t do it!” as Mr. Daisy popped the question. I guess it’s true what they say, “All the world loves a lover.”

This is what I look like when I am shocked and mid-sob. This is what Mr. Daisy looks like when he is ridiculously proud of himself for rendering me so.
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* Mr. Daisy and I met at our friend Mags’ birthday party on a Friday and scheduled a date for the following Thursday. On Tuesday night, however, he called me on his way home from a late night at work and asked me “what are you wearing?”. Not knowing where he was going with that, I told him I was in jeans (truth: I was already in PJs but I felt lame to be bed-ready at 9pm). Anyway, what he was looking to know was whether I were dressed and decent to go out, because he didn’t want to wait until Thursday for plans. (Oh oh oh! So sweet!) Neither did I, so we went out Tuesday. To Cedar. But I still consider Thursday to be our First Date (emphasis on the capital letters, please…)

** Apparently, based on my utter brattiness and insistence we go look at stationery, Mr. Daisy briefly debated calling an audible, and proposing in Crane’s. However, he decided to stand his ground and force me to the tree. (No small task in the face of my love of a) the indoors and b) stationery).