Weddingbee Blog

The day started out just like this. The power in our house went out, and I had to finish last-minute alterations on costumes for opening night. I hauled ass over to my parents house at six in the morning to find it flooded. I remember thinking that this was the end of the world. It’s an odd thing to be thinking, in retrospect, on the day your boyfriend chooses to propose.

On top of having moved into our home four days before, it was opening night for the first show for which I was wardrobe supervisor, and it was Zeb’s birthday. I rushed home from work that day, jetted over to Zeb’s parents’ house, chewed, screwed, and was able to catch a little down time before the show started in the auditorium. Nothing tipped me off. Zeb was cooler than a cucumber in a freezer. He was a little fancily dressed, but I thought it was because of his birthday/opening night. We cleared out the theater, and I ran to grab my mother so I could show her the students’ before-show ritual that I had participated in and loved just a few years before.

“Mr. Zebra is in the auditorium. He lost his wallet,” one of my friends told me.

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed

(I apologize, in advance, for all the Lord-in-vain name taking)

My mother asked if she should follow me to help him.

“Yeah Ma! He lost his wallet! Let’s gooooo.”

As I entered the theater, I asked him real shitty where he remembered seeing it last. I walked over to the spot where I we had been sitting just a few minutes before and started to search. I saw his coat on the floor near the wall. I turned around and rolled my eyes at him for missing his jacket on the floor. As I walked over to retrieve it, he pushed me. I then began to realize that I was slowly being enveloped in a purple spotlight in the exact spot we had met years before. I turned around, not believing that this was actually happening. I saw Zeb, on one knee, with the most gorgeous piece of perfection I ever laid eyes on wrapped around a rolled up piece of paper. Don’t ask me what he said; I couldn’t remember my name at this point.

It was at this time that my mother realized she had unknowingly stumbled upon Zeb’s proposal.

“Jesus Christ!” my mom said and continued to say while crying and pacing back and forth.

It was perfect. Perfect for us, anyway.

Was my mother an unexpected part of his proposal? Yessum. But I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. It was that perfect kind of moment for a go-with-the-flow kind of couple like us. If you go to our photographer’s website, you will see a cute abbreviated story about two theater kids becoming engaged in the exact spot where they first met. I prefer the imperfect, not so blog-worthy story…it’s much more charming.

I don’t have any pictures of us on that night. I can tell you that I was wearing a long brown itchy cardigan sweater, a brownish printed dress, my fake Uggs, and brown leggings. (Overload! Now you know the reason there are no pictures, ha!). I will leave you with a picture of the costume I made for the show. Can you guess which show it was?