Archive for April, 2005

Weekend Plans

Sunday, April 17th, 2005

All week long I’ve been hitting thrift store after thrift store in search of the perfect pants. While there I also peruse the shoe section in hopes of finding a pair of old-school looking sandals to accompany the garb. I already have a sweet shirt, but I’m having difficulty setting up the rest of the outfit.

Normally I’m not this anal about what I wear. Heck, as long as I feel comfortable I don’t mind looking out-of-the-ordinary. But this weekend is kinda special. I’m heading out to the Renaissance Faire with a friend from work, her boyfriend, his folks, and perhaps a few others. I’ve already got a tan colored, rustic-looking, tie up (not button up) shirt that looks the part, and I’m planning on not shaving the lower part of my beard to fill the rural, farmer/hunter/gatherer look of the period. I’m not sure what most everyone else is wearing, or even if they plan to dress up for the faire, but I was out shopping with Linda a couple of weeks ago when we found this amazing 17th century looking dress that fit her so well. She said that she already had sandals to match, so she’s pretty well set up for the day.

The last time I went to a Renaissance Faire was waaaay back when I was 15 and learning how to drive. Ruthy (my second-to-oldest sister) was teaching me the basics of Stick Shift the week we went. I remember the dusty walkways and so many people dressed up in era-appropriate garb that it made the day fun! Plus I was with Ruth, and I tend to enjoy myself thoroughly with her. I’m looking forward to this weekend!

And Thursday momma and I went to the fabric store and picked out some linen that contrasted the shirt, and she’s probably going to sew me a pair of pants that look the part that’ll last me the day, and maybe I’ll keep ‘em for pajama bottoms or something! 8o)

Be jealous. Or be happy for me. Or just be.

Goodness gracious…

Friday, April 8th, 2005

SO yeah, I’ve not been around much. My net crashes on me on dial-up (Kenny thinks my modem has taken a plunge…so he’s prolly gonna get me a pcmcia one…)

The BIG DAY I was talking about in my last blog (waaaaay the stink back when) was a cute little night that I helped my best friend get engaged!

So here’s how it went. Kenny and I had been planning this for some time. He’s been with Sarah for over a year and half now, and it’s been time for him to solidify that for a while now. So in December I took him to Robbin’s Brothers (the worlds BIGGEST engagement ring store) and we sat down with Chan, the nice salesman, who asked us (well, he asked Kenny, but I helped answer a few) lots of questions about Kenny and Sarah and their relationship and all sorts of cute stuff. So we parused through the store and a few cataloges and Kenny gave us a good description of what he thought he was looking for based on clues that Sarah had given him. Kenny decided (and Chan and I agreed…rightly so!) on a white gold band set with a 50-point diamond and two 15-point sapphires, one on each side of the big stone. Simple, and yet beautifully elegant.

On to the big night!

So Kenny and Sarah’s first date was at Huntington Beach. I don’t know all that they did, but they walked under the pier and maybe even on the pier. But on this date, they started at Disneyland, as they both have annual passes. Kenny gave Sarah the excuse of checking out the steering in her car, so they didn’t take his. We figired that if she was expecting a proposal she might expect it at dinner. So he took her to eat at D-land and then over to Main St. Huntington Beach. He’s got the ring in his pocket and it’s practically burning a hole.

There was a small Christian coffeehouse by the name of Streetlight Espresso Cafe, and that weekend was the last night of its doors being open. So Kenny and Sarah wanted to stop on by one last time. They had parked on the top level of the parking garage there on Main St., where Kenny and I used to park a lot when we went to the beach when we were a little younger, and although he’d never parked there with Sarah, she didn’t think much of it. So after parking, they went down to Streetlight.

There had been (still is) some things going on in my family, and Kenny made the excuse of calling me to find out the latest info to tell Sarah, so he breezed into the restroom (it was quieter in there) to call me. That was our cue to come out of hiding.

You see, I was down the street with Sarah’s best friend, Britni, waiting at Starbucks for the signal. We had bags in hand, lighter in pocket, cameras in bag, and silly grins on our faces. Once we’d gotten the sign we zipped on up the elevator to Sarah’s waiting car to have our way with its external decorations. We started out with streamers on the hood, roof, and trunk. We wrote things on the windows such as “Will you marry me? Check one: yes, yes, or yes,” “Kenny loves Sarah,” Kenny + Sarah,” S + K,” and a few hearts, all in tempura paint. We lit a few candles (the wind blew one of ‘em out, unfortunately), and waited with our zoom lenses until they came up the elevator.

When they turned the corner and saw the car they both stopped dead in their tracks. Sarah looked at Kenny, excited, surprised. Kenny looked surprised, too, evidently not expecting it to be quite so fun decorated. He turned to her and said a few things that he’d been rehearsing all night long. He got on one knee, pulled the ring out of his hot pocket, slid it on her finger, rose, and picked Sarah up for a long-awaited first kiss as an engaged couple.

We got a few pictures and celebrated with a drink at Starbucks. The girl at the counter even gave Kenny a free drink to say congratulations.

And that, my friends, was my BIG NIGHT.

p.s. I’ll try to get a few pics from Britni…mine didn’t come out and I wasn’t expecting to write this today, so I didn’t have ‘em handy. 8o)