Welp, I have been a terrible blogger. And there is no good reason… well there is one EXCITING reason…
I am getting married!! Yes, that’s right, ladies and gentleman of the internet. KC has put a ring on it! We will no longer be living in sin, sullying the good name of my Catholic father. Well, except for the next year.
KC proposed to me on 7-11-14. It is an epic story which I shall now share as I just love it so much. (The next few paragraphs have nothing to do with running, and are quite sappy soooo if you are here for running advice please scroll on down.)
At the beginning of the month my friends, Abby and Ashley texted me to make plans to get dinner together to celebrate Abby’s birthday. Abby suggested we dine at the Holy Grail. I agreed to this but instantly felt guilty because this was the site of my first date with KC. KC and I had made an agreement that we would only go there for anniversaries. Despite agreeing to go there, I did not tell KC as I did not want to upset him- as he is a romantic fella.
As the dinner date approached, I mentioned to KC I would be grabbing dinner and drinks with Abby and Ashley in Epping… which is the town where the Holy Grail is, so it was not a lie. The Catholic guilt really started to get to me. The day of the dinner, I came clean to KC and told him that I was actually going to the Holy Grail with the girls and I was really sorry. KC said it was fine, since the plans were out of my control.
Feeling relieved I went for a 4 mile run where I sweat my ass off due to the high humidity. On the run, my mind began to fantasize of how epic it would be if KC were to interrupt our dinner and get down on one knee at the restaurant where we first met, had our first date, our first kiss… I shut it down. My thoughts went something like this “How could he propose to me? He JUST found out I was even going there. I should’ve told him sooner, then maybe this could’ve been true… ”
I slowly ran home, where I died on the floor, laying in front of the AC while Sadie licked sweat off my calves. I was too tired to yell at her to back off. KC arrived home and took pity on my sweaty, dehydrated presentation and volunteered to walk Sadie. I began to stress as I had less than hour to get ready to leave and meet Abby and Ashley.
Abby and Ashley had been texting me all day. Abby stating she was so excited to finally all get together, how she needed a stiff drink and how she was planning to get dressed up since she never gets to go out. Typically, I love to get dressed up, but after my sweaty run I really just wanted to be comfortable, but I decided to throw on a strapless dress to be festive with Abby. I was rushing out the door, gave KC a quick kiss while he was playing FIFA on the Ipad. He said wait, paused the game got up to hug me (I amy have been annoyed at this, as I was hurrying out the friggin door…), I rushed out the door forgetting Abby’s birthday card.
The whole way to the restaurant I was getting text messages (PSA: Don’t text and drive!) from Abby and Ashley stating they were running late. I love Abby to pieces, but her running late did not surprise me. I haaaaate being late. It makes me beyond anxious. Ashley is similar so, I was shocked when Ashley was running late as she was my main motivation for being on time. I did not want to leave pregnant Ashley waiting for me at the bar.
I walked in and attempted to put our names on the list, but the hostess said I could not until the whole party was here. Hangry Meg did not like this answer. I went to text Ashley and Abby to hurry their asses up when I realized I left my phone in the car. I ran back out to get it and came back into the lobby and busily started texting the girlies to hurry up.
I heard the door open and looked up hoping it was Abby or Ashley. It was KC. Dafuq?? What the hell was he doing here? Did he see that in my hurried exit from the apartment that I left Abby’s birthday card? What a sweet guy! He looked really serious though… did something terrible happen? Was Sadie hit by a car?
KC walked over to me, wearing the outfit he wore on our first date. He said “This is happening.” Grabbed my hand and pulled me to stand up. He had a short & sweet speech. Something to the effect of “I have been racking my brain about how to propose to you. I came up with some creative ideas of where you would throw the first pitch of a baseball game, I would be the catcher… but that is not us as a couple. I wanted to propose to you in the first place I met you, where I first fell in love with you. I knew from the first date that you were the one. Will you marry me?”
How could you say to no to that?? It was amazing! I of course said yes and happily put the ring on. The whole restaurant applauded and cheered. I was still confused and was looking around for Abby and Ashley. KC showed me upstairs where both our families were waiting. Unbeknownst to me, KC and his amazing sister, Liz, had set it up to have this awesome photographer take photos of the proposal. She also got some adorable posed fam photos too. I am so happy to have these to always remember the most amazing day.
Despite being terribly hangry just minutes before, I completely lost my appetite due to all the excitement. KC and I (the little-loser-lovebirds we are) ordered the meals we had on our first date. We reminisced about that first date ; how we chatted until the bar closed, how I clapped after every song the acoustic guitar player played (and was the only one clapping…), how “baby got back “came on in his car and we both rapped the whole thing, the old gum that we both chewed that turned to liquid instantly in our mouths, how I held his arm in the icy parking lot (my trademark move) and how at the very end of the date he walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight.
What I did not know about that night, until a year later was, that KC saved the receipt from our first date. He kept it because he felt that there was something special between us. He went back to the restaurant a few weeks before our first anniversary and had them print out a fresh copy of the receipt (where it showed that I ordered 2 vodka tonics, like the lush I am) and framed both receipts, our first photo together and confetti from our first concert together and presented it as a gift for our one year anniversary. I think that is the only gift that I have ever received that has actually moved me to tears. My tiny black heart is hard to crack.
Soooo do to all the excitement about the engagement, weekend getaways, celebrations and the fact that he put a ring on it so I can totally let myself go; I have not been running as much as I normally do. I have been consistently hitting the gym, but, I have totally fell off my training schedule. This week, I am getting back to it! So stay tuned to watch me get all ripped for my wedding dress!!