Long Story Short She Said Yes...

"Logan: I thought our story was epic, you know, you and me.

Veronica: Epic how?

Logan: Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic. But summer's almost here, and we won't see each other at all. And then you leave town... and then it's over.

Veronica: Logan...

Logan: I'm sorry about last summer. You know, if I could do it over...

Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?

Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy."

Logan and Veronica, episode "Look Who's Stalking" Season 2 Veronica Mars

It was long engrained in me long ago that every good story begins with the phrase "No shit, there I was..." and frankly this entire thing is a pretty amazing story.

The question really begins though as to where to begin in the telling. I figure most of the people that will read this blog have known about parts of this story having lived through it with us, or simply through osmosis of having heard it told to you. But I doubt anyone knows the whole tale, not even the two of us. But that's the nature of history. It's impossible to have a complete picture of everything.

I'll leave out the build up to this moment and all the "first's" that came along with it. And there were many, particularly for me. Most people don't think about their "first time putting on a tie for a date" or "bought a sweater to not look like the bum you normally do" but in the course of this I did. I won't bore you with the details suffice it to say that it's strange to go from not ever giving a damn about what anyone thought, to caring what one person thinks.

But it brings us back to the question of where to begin telling the story? And what can you expect from the Double D in this blog? I'll answer the second question first. Expect a quote at the beginning of each blog from me, something that either I find awesome or I know my partner in this crime will find sweet or cute. (Today's from Veronica Mars is the latter) Beyond that I honestly have no idea. So welcome to the ride and take solace that i'm on it with you. I make no promises of regularity, I am not Pete Abrams and won't try to be. (If you don't know who Pete Abrams is SHAME ON YOU...bad reader...very bad reader)

Monday, October 26th 2009, I asked Madame Fury to marry me. I knew that she needed another night table to provide one for each side of her bed, and I had an extra one in storage. So I loaded it up in The Warthog (aka my toyota tacoma) and called her telling her not to worry about dinner. I concocted a story about having found a place in Atlanta that delivered and would get her dinner because I knew she had been having a rough couple of days, all she would have to do is sign my name on the receipt. I think she bought it.

I drove up to Atlanta from Auburn waiting for the call that she was home. I called the P.F. Changs that I knew it's location in Atlanta and ordered the meal we had on our first real dinner date. I.E. 2 orders of Chang's spicy chicken, an order of shrimp dumplings steamed, peking dumplings pan fried, brown rice. I then walked over to the next door cheese cake factory and bought a slice of chocolate tuxedo cheese cake (because i know with her you can't go wrong with chocolate). When the call came I went to her apartment. I opened the bottom drawer of the night table and applied tape to the bottom of the ring box and made sure it was secure in the drawer and wouldn't fall over when I carried it, then i put in the bag with the cheese cake to cover it up. I carried the dinner and night table up and rode in the elevator with a Papa John's delivery guy who was nice enough and let me go to the 4th Floor before he went to the 3rd.

I kicked on her door with my foot and the look of genuine surprise on her face when she opened it was worth the drive. I had the P.F. Changs bag hooked on a finger and had her take it as I came in with the night table and acting tired I took a knee with the night table on my knee. I told her that there was cheese cake in the bottom drawer and she should get it out before I put the night table down, not wanting it to fall into the whip cream.

She opened the drawer and retrieved the bag, exposing the open ring box to her gaze. Honestly the next few moments are somewhat of a blur in my mind.

So let this be the beginning...

So no shit there I was, I asked the most infuriating and wonderful woman to walk the earth to marry me, and she said yes.