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I proposed to my wife on a trip to Nantucket. We'd planned for the trip a couple weeks in advance. I decided it would be the perfect place to propose. We'd been dating for years, but this proposal was going to be a complete surprise. A couple days before we left, I went out and got some oysters. I saved one of the shells afterward. My plan was to put the ring in the shell and glue it shut, then when we were walking on the beach I conveniently find an oyster and say: "let's open it up and see if there is a pearl inside." When we'd open it, there would be the engagement ring and I'd romantically pop the question.
Romantic, right? However...
We arrived on Nantucket to very dark and ominous skies. We rented a moped for two and headed for the beach. By the time we got there, there was a cold gusty wind blowing and the skies were even more ominous. The surf was high, and it was pounding the sand so hard that there was not a shell to be seen in the whole beach. I had my special oyster in my pants pocket. My GF was cold and kept wanting to hold me close to keep warm as we walked down the beach. This made it tough to get the oyster out, so I was occasionally trying to wriggle away. She could see I was preoccupied and was beginning to get pissed off. I finally was able to sneak the oyster out and drop it on the beach. I picked it up as planned and said my pre-rehearsed line. To which she replied; "Throw it away, it's going to stink". I began trying to open it (did I mention that I'd used super glue to seal it up?). I could not for the life of me get that damn thing open. Now I'm on a mission. I've got my car keys out and I'm trying to jam them in it every which way to pry the thing open. At the same time my pissed-off GF is wrestling with me to try to get it away from me and toss it in the ocean. She can't believe we're on a romantic weekend to Nantucket and I'm totally preocupied with a smelly crustacean I found on the beach. I know if she gets her hands on it it's getting flung into the briney. So I'm half struggling to get it open and half struggling to keep her away from me. Finally, POP! the thing gave way revealing the ring inside. "Huff, huff, Suzanne, huff, will you, huff, huff, marry me?" She fortunatly had a miraculous mood change and said yes, and we blissfullly leave the beach to go to a restaurant and celebrate. No sooner do we reach the moped-for-two and the sky opens up in a torrential icy-cold downpour like man has never seen. The two of us are huddled together on the moped headed for town and soaked to the skin (picture the scene from Dumb and Dumber). I'll never forget this one guy's expression as we passed him driving in his car through the floodwaters. We were practically giddy, soaked to the skin, freezing outside but feeling warm inside. And he looked at us through the window of his Jag absolutely horrified. We got to the restaurant, wrung out or clothes and dog-shook our hair and headed inside. Two warm chowders, a couple of lobsters and a bottle of Dom Perignon later, we were ready to leave. I realized when we stood up, that we has actually each left a puddle under our chairs from dripping through the cane seats--man were we wet. No wonder the waiter was looking down his nose at us the whole time.
That was 23 years ago and it still cracks me up to recall it. I hope whatever you decide, it is just as memorable!!
posted by 64.128.17...
, Thu, 21 Aug 2008 16:05:36
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