engagement story contest entry #5!!

Hello Beautiful Person! I hereby present to you our fifth contestant in the "tell us your engagement story" contest! This is from Alison and her beau-to-be, who tell their tale of love in the Big Apple. (Need a refresher on the rules? Click here.) Voting will commence in early May. The couple chose the Deer Bride and Groom cake toppers to illustrate this story.

It was the end of a summer fashion internship in New York City for me and a baseball filled summer for him. He came to pick me up and we stayed in the city for one more night in an awesome hotel. We took a nap and I woke up to him rushing around the room and saying things like “We are late for our reservations!” Anyone who knows us, knows that I am the high strung, organized one that makes reservations. I just sat there in awe.

I was completely chill and said, “We’re in New York! There are twenty billion restaurants that are open all night. We can go somewhere else.” Still, he was really upset, so I decided to go with it. We rushed out of the hotel and toward the Subway. Once we got on the train I said, “So, where are we going?” And he said, “To the Brooklyn Bridge!” (Meanwhile, we’re going in the wrong direction on the WRONG TRAIN!). We ended up getting off at a stop near where we were supposed to be. He refused to let me go grab a map, because he ‘’knew where he was going.’’ (Right.)

After “walking in the way he thought we should go” for about an hour and a half, we definitely weren’t seeing the Bridge. At this point, I was starting to get pissed. Really. Pissed. A $9.50 cab ride later, we were at the end of the Brooklyn Bridge. At this point, it was about 11:30pm and we hadn’t eaten since noon. I was STARVING and PISSED- bad combination.

He told me the restaurant we had reservations at was ONLY 7 blocks away. Yeah, I wasn’t walking 7 blocks. So, I looked around where we were standing and saw the GOLDEN ARCHES of McDonalds. I demanded a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and he obliged (I love him!).

After our bellies (and arteries) were full, we started walking on the bridge. It was an instant mood change. I was so happy. As we were walking, he started getting weird. Then he said something about our futures together and how I make him so happy. Then I turned around and he was fumbling in his pockets and took a box out. I said, “Shut the hell up! That is not what I think it is.” Then HE PROPOSED! Obviously I said yes.

It was a perfectly imperfect night! I regret being so mean to him when he got us lost, but now we look back and remember that it is a great representation of how we will make mistakes and we'll be mad at each other, but in the end, our relationship will withstand all of those things. At our wedding, we will be serving Brooklyn Brewery beer and McDonald's will be delivered to our after party to remind us that it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful.