Chasing the Wind

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)

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