5 Nov

So from this title alone, you now know that I got engaged…’n shit. I have told the story 500 times and it’s not even noon yet, so I figured the best thing to do is blog the story.

Sunday morning started out like any other Sunday morning in the life of a Molly: hungover. So I slept through it, then got breakfast with Ryan and Carney (Barney). Ryan and Barney had made plans to go to a friend’s house to watch football after breakfast. Ryan said he’d hang out with me later because I didn’t feel like pretending to be interested in football. I went home, took a nap nap, then woke up and it was dark out. I was pissed because I thought it was later than it was and I hate sleeping through the day. I realized it was only 5pm. F you daylight savings. I call Ryan and ask where he is. He is still watching football and said he’d be home at 7. I get pissed because I hate being alone for too long, as I’m kind of a psycho. I am so bored that I start to watch “We Bought A Zoo” (I know). He texts me that we will go to dinner to make up for him being late. He gets home and I am on the couch crying because pretty much every movie ever created makes me cry. He makes fun of me. He says he wants to go to Charley’s on Newbury Street for dinner (note that this is where we had our first date). I’m annoyed because I’m starving and want to go somewhere closer, and also because I am somewhat of a whiny little biatch. He refuses and says he’s craving lobster ravioli from Charley’s. He gets ready, I scrub it out because I’m overtired and hungry and lazy. I drive to the Boston Common garage and park. We start walking through the Common, and make our way through the Public Garden. Everyone has been asking me if I was suspicious because we walked the more romantic way to Newbury Street to the restaurant where we had our first date. I was not suspicious, as we go to Charley’s often enough that it was not questionable, and the parking thing was not strange either, as we always park in garages because I cry and throw tantrums when I try to parallel park (I had a parallel parking incident back in 2005 that involved Nantasket Beach, beer cans, and people standing in line for icecream laughing at me, so I am traumatized).

ANYWAYS, we get to the Public Garden. I say “Let’s take a picture!”. He agrees, we take one, he comments on how white I am. I agree with him because I am pretty white. We laugh at my expense. We get halfway through and he says “I have something for you”. He pulls out a box. I freeze. He opens the box and pulls out a pearl necklace. On the inside I am screaming “WHY WOULD YOU SPEND MONEY ON THIS WHEN IT SHOULD GO TO MY DIAMOND!?”. Got over that because the necklace IS beautiful. I ask “Why did you buy me this?”, as there is no occasion for it. He said he bought it because he knows I usually borrow my mom’s pearls and don’t have any myself. He then suggests we take a picture with the necklace on. When we are done taking the picture, I of course examine it like every girl who has just taken a picture does. Upon inspecting the picture, I notice that Ryan is holding another box next to my head. I look up from my Iphone for once in my life in a moment of confusion. And when I look up, I notice that Ryan is kneeling. So I look down. Then I  start sobbing. Instead of saying “YES!”, I called my mom and told her that we are officially engaged. I was too excited to go to dinner at this point, so we headed back to the car and headed to my house. My parents were waiting at home with a bottle of champagne. Since the only alcohol my parents ever keep in stock is Sutter Home and Miller High Life, I figured that Ryan must have asked my father for permission. Turns out he had asked my dad while I was napping, so my parents had a chance to run out for some bubbly. Being the classy man that he is, my father cheers with a Budweiser.

Well, these paragraphs are getting really long, and my mind is not clear so I think I’d be more productive on Pinterest pinning wedding crap to my boards than blogging today. Thanks for all the love and I promise I’ll be back when I am not in shock anymore. Maybe tonight or tomorrow. My dad sent me a good political blog for tomorrow. Now that I can refer anyone else who asks me for the details to this blog, I have some pinning to do…


The Happiest Girl in Quincy/America/probably the world.

PS: Good thing we didn’t go to Charley’s. It fucking closed in September!

If you love our engagement story and would like to help make my wedding a little less expensive for me, a broke ass college graduate who works 2 jobs to afford her one bedroom Quincy apartment, then please vote for me in the wedding story contest I am participating in! Just click this link:wedding contest!

Then ‘like’ David’s Bridal on Facebook and accept the Offerpop app (the app is nothing, just makes sure I am not cheating by making multiple Facebook accounts to vote).

Please vote once a day (every 24 hours EXACTLY or your vote will NOT count) until January 30th, 2013! Thanks so much for your support! =)


5 Responses to “Engaged”

  1. Kristina November 5, 2012 at 6:43 pm #


  2. Kristen (@kristenzem) November 5, 2012 at 6:55 pm #

    Congrats!! I saw that Annie and Alison “liked” your picture on your personal page last night and I got excited to like it and realized we weren’t friends. SO CONGRATS!!!! ALSO, I’m glad you guys didn’t make it to Charley’s because it’s totally closed!

  3. Rui Araujo November 5, 2012 at 7:04 pm #

    That little cousin of my is a classy guy . Congrats …..I need more little cousins .

  4. Stephanie November 6, 2012 at 1:54 am #

    Congrats u too!!! Very Fabulous news…..u lucky girl!!

  5. Molly January 24, 2013 at 5:40 pm #

    Reblogged this on Because Molly Said So.

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