Now THAT Was a Weekend!

Last week, as you might have read here, I got all wiggy before going to visit my lovah.  Family and friends have been asking repeatedly, “When are you going to get married?”  I’m always like,

 

 

 

“In time”

or

“We have a lot to work out and don’t want to make another mistake so we are taking it slow”

or as of late,

“Hell if I know, I’m dating a damn turtle!”

I was getting more and more irritated, because of the questions, and because it has been a long time.  Then I realized that I was also waiting and that pissed me off to no end.  Mostly at myself for being 50 years old and waiting for a man.  AGAIN.

 

 

 

 

So, on Monday of last week, he and I had a come to Jesus meeting on the phone.  I told him that it was killing me to realize I was waiting for him to ‘pop the question’, that I was too old to wait like this, and that I was going to pop the question to him myself and we were going to a pawn shop and look at rings we can afford, for us both. 

He said,

“I think that is a great idea.  I want to be with you forever.  You are my heart.”

I said, “Well alright then.”

I got in Wednesday evening at 9 pm. I was worried because this woman that sat next to me on the plane heard me talking to Merlot on the phone, she called out of the blue when we were on the runway.  She asked what was the purpose of my trip.  I said, “I’m going to the doctor with a friend, that was my 9 year-old”.  She said, “Oh what a lucky woman to have a friend like you.”  I was tired and didn’t feel the need to explain that my friend actually had a penis, and so let it go.  Then I see her watching me when I come out and there is Al, first we are hugging, then we are having some light kisses, then he is groping my ass and I’m feeling tongue taps right there in Baggage Claim. 

 

 

 

I’m pretty sure that the woman from the plane thinks I’m a floozy.

On Thursday, we spent all morning in bed, all intertwined and talking.  He proposed and I proposed, several times a piece.  We giggled.  Then we had to get up and go downtown to his doctor appointment that was the reason for my visit.  This wasn’t scary, he isn’t sick.  It was audiology, but nevertheless, ears are important.  After, we felt the need to do something fun so we went to a restaurant downtown that awesome and had a hubcap margarita.  I had never heard of this, but it is 4 margaritas,  served in an actual hubcap with 4 straws.  Of course, the 2 of us drained it. 4 servings my ass. 

 

 

 

The weather was gorgeous so we sat in a little park and made out on a park bench until we were sober enough to drive home.    It was awesome. 

On Friday we again stayed in bed until late, then he recommended we go, ahem, shopping.  Haha.  We hit some estate jewelry stores, my fave, until we found the perfect little bauble.  It is vintage, from the 1940’s, with small diamonds, but blingy. 

 

 

 

(I cannot get that turned right for the life of me.)

The owner of the store gave us 50% off because they had a sale and then skipped the sales tax when he heard I was from out of town.  He polished it and sized it and we were walking out in 15 minutes.   We were laughing and giggling and taking pictures of it in the car, calling our parents, etc.  We had a great dinner that night at a fancy restaurant in our pretty clothes and celebrated with Prosecco.

So, all in all, it did NOT suck.

Al and I decided this was the way it had to go.  I had to be a part of it because otherwise I felt constricted, we didn’t break the bank which was urgent with all of our other responsibilities, and I promised to never say, “I hope” again when he says something about our future, since I am a pessimist and all.

We have not announced it publicly so if you know me in real life, please don’t put anything on fB.  We needed to tell our children and get their blessings first.  I have told one of mine who was happy.  Al’s daughter has been out of the country and so he plans to tell her by the weekend. 

 

Squeeeeee!!!