I am engaged to be married. The most wonderful girl in the world has agreed to be my wife, and I could not possibly be any happier about it than I am. The heavens have parted, a single beam of light has been cast down, and all is right in the world.
On day two of our six day trip to Disney World we had dinner at the delightful California Grill, which is atop the Contemporary Resort (cool building, the Monorail runs through it). After a fantastic dinner we went out to the observation deck (amazingly nobody else went out there) with our bottle of merlot and waited for the fireworks from the Magic Kingdom. I found the courage to ask the question, and she said yes. I knew that she would, but it was still a huge thing that she actually did.
My parents have been extremely supportive and pleased. Her parents have been positive. We’re looking at a year or so long engagement. I’ve got to wait that long because one of my best friends is in Iraq and we’re waiting for his return. Also, I will take the bar in July and I want that in my rear-view mirror by the time we get hitched.
I leave this place for one lousy week and the economy goes to hell, McCain falls behind in North Carolina, Virginia, and Florida, and Wachovia gets eaten by Citi.
No more breaks, I guess.