gettin' hitched

Boyfriend did a good job of pulling the wool over my eyes Friday night. Under the ruse that we were just going to have a drink and some cheese at the bar of the Melting Pot, he managed to pull off a proposal in a romantic room with flowers and a personalized bottle of wine with glasses (and cheese, of course).

Our waitress, Meg, was the same one we had on our first date, and who we usually request for any special occasions when we go there. She always takes such good care of us and really made the night special. Poor Boyfried was so nervous he forgot his speech, and I'm pretty sure the first word out of my mouth wasn't an resouding, "yes!" but rather, "holy shit!" Nice, right? Typical me...

I promise this will not become a bridal blog. Seems like there are already plently of those to go around. But I am excited to plan an special day for friends and family to be able to kick back and celebrate with us. I've gotten some great advice so far and am always looking for more, so please impart on me any and all words of wisdom.