Wedding Blog

A couple weeks ago, I asked Mr. Crab Cake to write down (or type up) his version of our engagment story. Well, he finally got it to me, but not without swindling me into writing up my version too.

Y’all already know we met in Savannah. It’s kinda our favorite city. We love downtown and want to retire in a historic home facing one of Savannah’s squares. So when Mr. Crab Cake suggested we take a long weekend trip to Savannah for our 6 month date-a-versary, I got a sneaking suspicion that something was up.

Let me back up for just one moment and tell y’all that I blatantly announced to Mr. Crab Cake after about a month of dating that I fully intended to spend the rest of my life with him. I guess when you know, you know. So obviously, we’d talked about marriage and had moved in together very early in our relationship.

We made arrangements for my daughter Crab Cake to be at her Dad’s, and took off for a three day weekend in Savannah. Friday night we met up with Mr. Crab Cake’s best friend Tyson for dinner and drinks at the Moon River Brewery (where Mr. CC and I first met).  We spent Saturday exploring Historic downtown Savannah.  Then Tyson set us up with reservations at a really nice romantic restaurant overlooking the Savannah River. I was, of course, expecting whatever was going to happen, was going to happen at the restaurant.

We had an awesome dinner, shared a bottle of wine, and splurged on dessert (Mr. Crab Cake is diabetic and really shouldn’t eat that kind of stuff, and I just don’t need to). He even asked the waitress to come over and take a picture of us. Then, we left… no announcement, no proposal, nothing. Back to Moon River for more beers. I was sure he wasn’t going to do anything in front of all our friends, so I decided by then that I was confused and there would be no engagment that weekend.

By the time we were ready to check out of our hotel on Sunday morning, I was a bit peeved. Ok, that’s like the understatement of the year. I was pissed. I was tired. My feet were killing me from wearing the wrong shoes the day before, and then wearing heels on Savannah’s cobblestone streets on Saturday night. We headed off to church (yeah, we’re not usually that good, but I really wanted to go to Mass inside of St. John the Baptist, our diocese Cathedral) and I bitched and moaned the whole way. After Mass, we had brunch in some ridiculously expensive little restaraunt, but my mood was improving.

Then Mr. Crab Cake said we had one more errand before we go - a walking tour of the squares and a quick stop into some Irish store he’d been dying to visit. Tyson lived across the street from St. John the Baptist and LaFayette Square, so it was our first stop.

Mr. Crab Cake is a picture hound. We take pictures to commemorate everything. So, when Mr. Crab Cake asked for a picture in front of the fountain in LaFayette Square with the Cathedral in the back, I didn’t think anything of it; I just went to stand in front of the fountain. Then Tyson said, “climb up on the fountain ledge.” I looked at that fountain water and decided I was not getting on that ledge for fear of falling in that nasty water, but Mr. Crab Cake was already pulling me up.

A few more photos and then I started to feel Mr. Crab Cake wiggling around. I turned to look at him, and he dropped to one knee. My first thought was “really, here? ok..” He was shaking, I was shaking. He popped that question, and I (obviously) said yes. It was awesome! Tyson had the whole event on film. Those two had been plotting against me for months!!! But it was perfect and my e-ring was exactly what I had hoped for.

You know you want to see the pictures that went along with it right!

yeah, enough pictures already, can we go home now?

smoochie smoochie  

omg, what is this! Now, here, really!? ok… 

Yes, of course, more smoochie smoochie, Now I’m into it!

Put the bloody thing on! Yay! It’s perfect. Oh, except it was really too big, and I had to have it resized twice! 

The most unflattering picture of me eva! I can’t remember what was happening here.  

ma bling! All shiny and new. And my nails looked good too! Bonus!

And the nurse in me says, wow, check out that vein, I could get it from here!!!

And on the 11 o’clock news, the bridegroom’s version…

Did you have a sneaking suspicion as to when your FI was going to propose?