BuckinMichigan said:
Yeah, be careful with this one. If you know the girl well enough to marry her you should know whether to ask her parents. My wife does not get along with her parents and she told me afterwards she would have been pissed had I asked her parents.
I got an "out" on the blessing/permission thing... My (now) in laws did the old, "Are you going to ask our daughter to marry you , or what?" thing to me... I was like, yes, one of these days... thanks for asking. Thing is, you have to be unspecific with her mom because if you want to do anything stealthy... your cover was blown... she can't keep a secret, I knew when two of my wife siblings were popping/getting teh question popped before they did... I didn't want that to happen to me... as my "plan" relied on secrecy--- and was as follows:
Also- and it really doesn't come into the story- but today is the 5th anniversary of our engagement... yes it is April Fools day.... that was an accident... and I never played it out real well... though I could have.
Anyway... obviously this happened in April... so in January or eary February I was trying to formulate a grand scheme to pull off the "question." (I was trying to make it a storybook thing so my wife would have a reasonbly romantic story to tell).
At some point around there, my wife had mentioned that she'd like to go somewhere in the spring to get out of Ohio... and I mentioned that ahe had talked about going a number of places including Asheville NC, to check out Biltmore Estate.... She thought that sounded like a nice long weekend, so I asked her to book us a hotel room, etc.
Mission 1 was accomplished... take a trip that she thinks was her idea... and Mission 2, ready made fairy tale setting as Biltmore is as close to a european castle as you're going to find...
So... at this point I think I'm doing pretty well.... but on the other hand... its not like I can just go and scout the location and formulate well thought out plan... so i just had to trust that I could have eveything fall into place.
Mission 3 was to find a ring. That went smoothly, and I bought one that I had to have (obviously) sized and set into white gold. No Problem... bought the thing about 3 weeks before I was going to leave... Unfortunately Saturday (before the Thursday I was leaving) the jewerly store called me to say that the ring had been stolen in the mail on its way back from the shop.... Now... they were very nice about it and would replace it and all that stuff... BUT...
I needed it by Wednesday afternoon... not fun. (And it took me 3 full days of shopping to find this one in the first place).... Anyway... they made it happen.. and I got a little nicer diamond, actually, and got it back on Wednesday at about 4pm....
Now-- the improvisation. Problem about getting engaged and fighting through the anticipation is that you want to get it out of the way... but who wants to get engaged at 10am? Nobody... and that's too bad, sometimes... because at 10 am I was with my wife in a secluded area of Biltmore estate by a lake, next to a nice little bridge surrounded by beautiful gardens... but it was 10am... so I held off.
Now... so at about noon, we decide to tour the house... and we did that in abour and hour and a half... well... we hadn't eaten anything, and my wife was getting bitchy because she was hungry... real bitchy... and it didn't help because I'm stressing over this proposal... and I'm trying to decide at this point whether to propose or punch her in the face.
So.. they have a winery on the estate with a restaurant and all that jazz.... and a long fucking wait. But.. its either that or food from a vendor. So we go drive over to the winery and on the way, I notice that there are people having picnics next to these little ponds on the grounds (they are old irrigation reservoirs from when the whole ting was a farm)... and I think to myself... that's going to come in handy.
Finally, we eat. (And very thankfully) drink a botttle of wine... then a quick tour of the winery-- more free wine-- and then I suggest that we buy another bottle of wine and have a little picnic by one of the ponds we passed coming to the winery... and so there... by a little pond with Biltmore Castle looming on the hill in the distance..... drinking very iffy Cab... I asked her to be my wife...
Ahh...
Until 5 minutes later we were interrupted by tourists in their 70's asking us to take their picture with the house in the background... one of the guys went to Ohio State... that didn't help when I was trying to get rid of them... ahh the buckeye nation spreads even further than you want it to.