Weddingbee Blog

In case you missed the first part of the Snow Cone engagement story, take a peek here.

Earlier that week, BM B had decided to host a party at her house on Friday night. All the way up through Friday afternoon, I never planned on going, since I was scheduled to work that night. Fortunately, BM E pulled some major strings to clear up my Friday evening so I could attend the party. Which magically transformed into an engagement party…almost as if that was the point of the party from the very beginning! It was such a great time, since the party brought together all of my friends from my different niches at school. I was having an amazing time, with a dorkishly huge grin plastered across my face for the entirety of the evening. The only thing I recognized as imperfect was that we were celebrating with all of my friends. And this celebration was in honor of two people making a commitment to each other. I know Mr. Snow Cone was perfectly happy to celebrate with my group, but I felt a twinge of discontent that there was no one from “Team Dude” at the party.

At one point during the festivities, BM B demanded that I give Mr. Snow Cone a tour of her house, specifically focusing on the basement…which was a dusty, unfinished storage area. I figured she was trying to get us out of the main party area to sneak in a surprise of some sort. Perhaps she was sneaking in a special engagement cake for us!

Image via Cake Wrecks

Sadly, no cake, and even worse, no dismembered-hand cake. Instead of cake, we got something even better!! Two of Mr. Snow Cone’s best friends from Pittsburgh had driven out to surprise us! Here’s a totally flattering photo of me captured at the exact moment the surprise was revealed:

Personal Photo

In a nutshell, GM D and GM A (the two Pitt friends) knew BM B from a big, bad spring break cruise we all went on about a month prior. Once GM A found out that the proposal was going down, he sneakily told BM B about it and they arranged all the details to completely surprise both me and Mr. Snow Cone. Kind of confusing and convoluted, but the important thing is this: in a matter of about six hours, I had the two most exciting and totally blindsiding surprises of my life. Not too shabby for a Friday that started with me in cruddy sweatpants, eh?

Did your proposal include any bonus surprises?