Weddingbee Blog

When we got engaged, Mr. C was living in Boston and I was living in Seattle. Before I left for Seattle, we invested in our first apartment in an up and coming hip New York neighborhood together. On February 16, while I was back home in NYC, Mr. C proposed in our future ’hood, which has a fantastic view of the Manhattan skyline. It was the culmination of our entire relationship in one night. Literally!

Mr. C had asked my parents’ permission beforehand. I know it’s old fashioned, but anyone who knows my dad, knows he is very traditional. He had a good heart-to-heart with both parents, which really blew me away since I know the language and cultural barriers were a huge obstacle for both sides.

So here’s the play-by-play…

Mr. C had gotten me tickets to the opera at The Met for my birthday the previous December and knew I would be home that weekend. The weekend of February 16 rolled around and so did a bad storm in New York. Jetblue canceled all their flights (including mine from Seattle). I was almost stranded and would have unknowingly missed Mr. C’s perfect proposal! But Papa Canary was in the know and offered to help pay for the only ticket available on another airline, just to get me back to NYC in time to meet Mr. C for dinner and the opera.

We had dinner reservations at Riverview which is this lovely stylin’ restaurant right by the piers. For the special occasion, I get all dolled up– after all, it was my first experience at the opera. Mr. C looked smashing in his suit. On the way to dinner, Mr. C mentioned that he still had the ticket from our “first date,” which was our school’s mixer on some Odyssey cruise. He also asked me to check for something in his glove compartment and out popped the little Spongebob finger puppet I bought him off the street in Soho. Spongebob is our guilty pleasure and special thing. Mr. C and I watch it after particularly grueling days at work and it’s hysterical! Don’t knock it til you try it!  

We finally got to the restaurant and it was butt cold. I snuggled up next to him for warmth as we were walking in, but he scooted me to the other side. I also noticed that he kept clutching his left coat pocket, but didn’t think much of it. When we got to the restaurant, he didn’t want to check his coat and suddenly realized that he left his wallet in the car. So Mr. C went to his car and came back carrying a gift bag. I was an eager beaver and immediately started to tear into it, but he asked very nicely that I wait until after dinner. I gave in but throughout dinner, I couldn’t help wondering what was in the bag…

…to be continued.