The first time around I was breaching new waters and decided to try a Honey Weiss. Damn shock to me when I actually enjoyed it. Seated at the bar staring down a yard long rail of taps I secretly wished I could just yank all the handles and run... you know...just for the hell of it. Had nothing to do with the fact that I was on a date. The first date I had been on in over 8 years. I hated beer. Didn't even like the smell of it...but again, new waters, the cusp of an unknown future amidst a toilet swirl of life changes. Meh...why the hell not. So I did...And I liked it! Even more significant, I liked him. I've posted a little about that night before.
This time around, it was a Monday night. Our "date" night. It had been months, many many months since we last visited Yard House. There we sat, trying new beers, comfortably close and laughing just as much as we did that first night nearly three years ago. This time we had a booth. We were there for more than drinks. Much more....but I didn't know that.
Dinner was super yummy and the Orchard Apple Cider was PHENOMENAL! Irishman had another brand of honeyweiss and it was good. (I'm taking his word for it. I was too busy sucking down my cider...YAH-UM!)
Dinner was done. The tabled cleared and we were still laughing at memories of the first time and memories from just that evening. EVERY day is memorable with Irishman. If he isn't sticking his foot in his mouth somehow, I'm pipping off with the most random inappropriate comments ever (ask him about the tampon...go ahead. I dare ya). But we laugh. A LOT...until he stopped laughing that night.
He said, "Ya know, this is where it all started..." and handed me a box.
I opened it.
AWESOME! I've been wanting and needing a watch. I loved it!
Then he started talking again...
"...and I want this to be where time will stop..."
He took the watch from me, pulled the pin out and stopped the hands of time.
Then he started talking again...
"...I don't ever want you to forget the exact moment I asked you to marry me. Will you marry me?"
I was momentarily blinded by some bling and then I bawled. He made some comment about being hormonal (remember that foot thing.I love his feet) and I cried harder. And then...










































