In the beginning of 2010, I heard that the Broadway musical "Wicked" was playing in San Francisco, and Mr. Goodlaff bought us some tickets for a March show--a belated Valentine's Day of sorts. I was beyond excited to finally see the show that had been playing on my iPod non-stop since I'd seen "Defying Gravity" performed on the Tony's in 2004 (have I mentioned my love of musicals?). We talked about things to do, places to see, and made a general plan for our trip. At one point Mr. Goodlaff told me, "this is not an engagement trip." And I believed him. I can honestly say that it never even crossed my mind that he would propose that weekend.
We were looking at City Hall all lit up, and Mr. Goodlaff started babbling a little bit and seemed nervous, so I told him to calm down and spit it out, not realizing until a few seconds later that all his nervousness was due to the fact that he was proposing. Well, he said lovely things, and I started crying, and he showed me the ring, and I put it on even though my hands were shaking. What was said and what I replied is still a little fuzzy to both of us, but after we were done, he asked me, "was that a yes?" Of course it was a yes.
So we stood there, hugging and kissing and me sniffling a little, both of us overwhelmed with emotion. As we were canoodling, a homeless hippie girl with a gigantic vintage army backpack and dreads walked by, and putting two and two together, said "Oh my God, did you guys just get engaged? That's so cool! That's so cool! Congratulations! Really. That's Cool. Congratulations," and then kept meandering on her way. She was officially our first well-wisher.
We called our families to tell them the good news, and we survived the walk back up Market Street over to our hotel (though this time I had my cuteness, my purse, and a diamond ring to worry about). We texted the requisite blurry ring picture to all our friends, and spent the next day making googly eyes at each other, trying to adjust to our new found status of engaged.
All in all, I'm really glad that I didn't know the proposal was coming, and I loved that Mr. Goodlaff was able to so thoroughly surprise me. What a perfect trip in the City by the Bay!
Was your proposal a surprise, or did you know it was coming?
*All photos are personal photos