Weddingbee Blog

Season 1: Prologue
Season 2: Growth
Season 3: Inspiration

Season Four: Love

As I grow older, I’ve been realizing that life is only as meaningful and purposeful as the relationships that we have. Whether it is our relationship with friends, family, or God, life is relationships. I’m so grateful that Mr. Eggplant just knew that I would have wanted to share this adventure with a few close friends.

Once we reached the city, my girlfriends directed me to park in the lot under Union Square. We left the lot and I walked with them arm-in-arm as they lead me to Postrio, Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant inside the Prescott Hotel. A waitress seated us at a table in the bar where we ordered drinks and appetizers. Over calamari and wine, I shared my excitement and anxiousness with them. It was such a perfect, special moment to have these women by my side.

We finished our drinks and walked back the Union Square parking garage. I asked my friends where we were going, but all I got for an answer was, “You’ll see!” When we reached my car, they instructed me to look for a fourth mailbox hidden somewhere in my car. As I frantically searched, I found the aluminum package neatly tucked within a cardboard box of random odds and ends inside my trunk. (Apparently Mr. Eggplanthad delivered the box to my dad who hid it inside my car in a place I’d never look. Pretty sneaky!) I opened the mailbox, and inside was a fourth sealed letter and a small black jewelry box containing a key.

The letter read:

Hi Miss Eggplant. “Seasons of Love,” get it? Well, the final season (of this chapter) is love. There’s so much I want to say about this, but written words wouldn’t do it justice. Plus, I want to tell you the final words in person. Isn’t that more romantic?!? Please meet me at Union Square at 7pm sharp, on the bench in the middle of the square, where we sat on during our Boulevard date. And one last reminder, don’t forget the key. We’ve come too far for this surprise to get ruined now! =) Have fun with your friends and I’ll see you tonight! Love, Mr. Eggplant

(Some background info to the letter and the meeting place: Mr. Eggplant and I had our first date at Boulevard in SF. After dinner, we roamed the city streets for hours. We walked to Yerba Buena gardens, he took me to Maiden Lane to see where all the ad agencies live, and we finally ended up at a bench in Union Square where we talked all night until it was past SF curfew and a security guard came to clear the area.)

This is me after I found the fourth and final mailbox in my trunk

They escorted me upstairs to Union Square, but left me to walk the final distance towards my future fiance. I saw the back of Mr. Eggplant’s head; he was sitting patiently on our bench holding a small treasure chest with a lock. When I reached him, he gave me a huge hug and smile. The first thing out of his mouth was, “So… tell me about your day!” We chatted for a while and I told him about the day’s events. He wouldn’t let me see the ring for a long time! Finally, he let me open the lock with my key and he proposed to me sitting by my side on the bench from our very first date. I said, “Yes!” (Of course, Mr. Eggplant– who is the king of all things pop– proposed Justin Timberlake style, using a line from one of JT’s songs.)

I still remember when he opened that little black jewelry box with the ring; I couldn’t stop exclaiming, “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!” The night sky was dark, except for the light from a few Union Square street lamps. But the diamond was still sparkling like crazy! I couldn’t believe that a diamond could sparkle so much in the dark.

After we hugged and did lots of mushy, affectionate stuff, I asked Mr. Eggplant where we were going to have dinner. He pointed to the Westin St. Francis, right across the street.

“Michael Mina!” (or Michael Mini as Mr. Eggplant likes to call it– the food comes in tiny portions and costs a fortune).  

We walked over to the Westin hand in hand, and together we enjoyed a delicious three-course, prix fixe dinner (btw, Michael Mina is a fantastic and beautiful restaurant. It’s decorated with high ceilings and marble columns inside and the food is unique). 

And for a final finishing touch to our meal, when our dessert selections arrived, “Congratulations!” was scrolled on the top of our plates in chocolate cursive. It was a perfectly sweet ending to a perfect day.

The End

(Or maybe not…)