Mrs. Milkshake, Seattle/Vancouver, BC
Age and Occupation: 23, Pharmacist
Fiance's Age and Occupation: 25, Pharmacist
Engagement Date: May 2007
Wedding Date: August 2008
Blogging Since: December 6, 2007
Venue: Victorian Mansion
About Me: Despite the fact that I’ve invested many long years of my life studying the sciences in college, I’m glad to be out of there and I would never do it again! I’m super artsy at heart - I run an indie craft site, I grew up shooting and developing my own film, doing jazz and ballet, and the whole gamut of art classes. I’ve been called a Jane of all Trades… but I was also told many years ago not to make my passion my career because it’d suck the fun out of it. Hence my choice of day job. We live in Seattle but are having our wedding in Canada to be fair to all our family and friends.
Inaugurating Our Men And How I Wrecked The Proposal Moment
March 4th, 2008 @ 4:53 pm by Mrs. Milkshake
Here are some photos from our last trip to Vancouver. We went to the Eatery in Kitsilano for fusion sushi and otherwise Japanese food - ie some sushi rolls involved cream cheese. They also boast fried mars bars and fried ice cream for dessert, although I contented myself with a rootbeer float throughout the night. We were all inundated with the Eatery’s Warhol-meets-astroboy-meets-miso-horny ads while attending college at UBC. Mr. Milkshake (finally) officially invited his guy friends to be his “dudes” (hence the 150 mile drive north this weekend, just for dinner).
He’s got a best man and two groomsmen, and the best man’s girlfriend happens to be my bridesmaid, although I made her aware of her “position” last summer. Mr. Milkshake went back to Vancouver to visit family (by himself) a couple weeks ago, and my bridesmaid showed up at his doorstep, told him it’s been too long since I’ve been back, that everyone was in the dark about the wedding and he’d better anounce his groomsmen. Yay for wedding party members with total initiative! The best man and the bridesmaid, and me and Mr. Milkshake, at right. Why do our boys have the same look on their face?
We spent part of the night crowding around the computer to watch some beyond random GI Joe spoofs on youtube and then spent the rest of the night singsonging “GI Joe” every time there was an awkward moment in the room. Warning, very coarse language. You also have to accept that they are beyond random and completely awkward:
Pork chop sandwiches! If you’re in a laughing mood watch these ones: reggae man, and who wants a body massage?
Speaking of random, my AD(H)D personality totally interfered with Mr. Milkshake’s proposal moment. After he’d been saying really sweet and special things to me one night, I blurted out, “Let’s have swiss cheese paninis for lunch tomorrow” to which he looked at me, then quickly said, “Will you marry me?” So Mr. Milkshake likened the pork chop sandwiches to that moment. Hah.
We look back at it and laugh about it, because it’s entirely like me to be that tangental, but did anybody else “ruin the moment?”
14 Responses to “Inaugurating Our Men And How I Wrecked The Proposal Moment”
i blogged my story way back when, but i ruined his whole plan and he had to reschedule for pretty much a full month later. we totally laugh about it now, and all’s well that ends well - we’re married now! 
Pretty much - you know that part where the girl’s quiet and the guy has his little speech then he pops the question. Well I didn’t realize he was starting his ’speech’ so I just talked and talked and talked. (this is a problem I have) Of course that made it kinda awkward.. but also cute.
It also means I don’t remember any of the speech!
My FI loves the GI Joe Spoofs! He thinks they are so funny!!
He was going to propose to me over Christmas and we were at his parents for Christmas Eve. He originally had me choose when we were opening presents and since we were going to be with his family when they open all their gifts, I chose then. He had gotten me a digital photo frame and apparently didn’t know me well enough to know that I’d open it as soon as everyone had finished opening presents (i love gadgets ;D) and as soon as I started opening the box he took it from me and got very nervous as he had just realized he had to propose now! He didn’t even have the ring, so after the little slideshow on the frame that ended with a “will you marry me” slide, he had to run up to one of the rooms where he had hidden it to grab the ring and then got on his knee and asked again.
To this day he still says I’m impossible to surprise (I’ve ruined 2 or 3 other surprised he’s had for me).
Oh yeah. We were packing to go on a holiday to France for two weeks and he decided to propose two days before we left (you know, so the pressure is off when we are standing on top of the Eiffel Tower… chicken) so it’s like 100 degrees out and I’m trying to pack and do laundry and clean the house, and I’m pissed bc he isn’t home yet to help. Plus I am wearing my summer cleaning outfit which consists of a wife-beater, old gym shorts, and a doo-rag (did I mention it was 100 degrees out)? He comes home and is trying to be very sweet and I’m all sweaty and gross and cranky. When I finally realize what’s going on a basically just scream out “YES!” before he even technically asked me (hey we’ve been dating for 6 years…). He just started laughing and we gave each other high-fives. We’re real classy like that. Then he got to finish the beer he had half-way chugged to give himself courage.
Classy.
Haha. He planned to take me on a fabulous weekend away, to the fancy hotel where his parents stayed on their honeymoon (for my birthday). We were going to drop the kids at his mom’s house for the weekend. So first his mom goes out of town unexpectedly, so I decide we should do something that the kids can do too. Or that may be we should just go another weekend. After we got past that (he was being weirdly emphatic, for him) I managed to drop a really big log on my foot, so it was really swollen and bruised. Plus I was really PMS-y. So the morning we are supposed to leave, he comes to pick me up and I am not packed, I am half-dressed, and I am sitting on the bathroom floor crying because I can’t get my bicycling shoe on (we were taking our bikes to have a nice afternoon ride the next day). All the way there, he is thinking “This is the worst birthday of her life - there is no way I should ask her! Well, maybe if she would just stop crying for long enough…”
Anyway, he was so sweet and understanding, I decided I had better make a heroic effort and pull it together, and quit thinking that I just wanted to go home and curl up with my cat in my lap and a bag of ice on my foot, and I’m totally glad I did. It turned out wonderfully.
Let’s see…. I was late to the place he had asked me to meet him and only found it through the assistance of a kind Italian security guard who was waving madly– AT ME, as I finally caught on. In a crowd of dozens of natives making the “passeggiata” (the traditional evening stroll), I REALLY didn’t think it could POSSIBLY be me he was motioning into the closed courtyard.
Then, in the middle of the proposal, my nose started to run madly (it was outdoors and winter time) and I had to stop the whole process to dig in my purse for a tissue. 
lol, that totally sounds like something i would do. i already have a few sweet moments that have been ruined because i wasn’t really paying attention and blurted something out randomly. hopefully the proposal won’t be another one. but if it is then it’ll be totally us.
woah, Miss Milkshake, your friend/groomsman making the peace sign ….I used to work with him in Vancouver at Hills! That’s crazy! Small world…
For the surprise proposal, he flew all the way out to California from upstate New York. He called to say goodnight and ask if I was home. I lied and told him I was and had to hear him knocking on my door through the phone.
bodymassage!!!! hahaha i love that one.you gain awesome points for posting about the dubbed gijoes on weddingbee!
i LOVE the gi joe clips. they’re hilarious!
I totally ruined the moment. He’d popped the question and I looked at him as if to say “You’re being serious?” and said “You’re out of your mind.” and “Don’t be silly” I did accept (obviously) but he still ribs me from time to time about the fact that I told him he was out of his mind. 
My husband worked for months designing a proposal in the form of a cryptic crossword. I took one look at the instructions, and knew without writing in a single letter that it was a proposal.
I did eventually do the puzzle, but by then it was merely a formality.
