“Just the Way You Look Tonight…”
Well, as usual, my trip to Vegas was eventful. But this trip was particularly eventful (pics to be posted later)!
We rolled into town around 7:30 on March 1. I, of course, was exhausted after getting up early to pack and to put in a few extra hours at the office before I took off for an extremely long weekend. We check in and the Bellagio room is, of course, gorgeous. I go up to the room to change clothes and get ‘vegas cute’. My boyfriend is acting a little weird but nothing worth pointing out. He starts talking about the midnight water show at the Bellagio. Now, I LOVE that silly water show. It is literally one of my favorite things in the WORLD. Seriously. But c’mon…I’m tired and we’ve got the whole weekend ahead of us…do we really need to go to the water show at MIDNIGHT our first night there? I think at one point I even say, “Really, is the midnight water show gonna be any different than the 8 p.m. water show?!” Nevertheless, he is adamant…we are going.
It’s now around 9:00 p.m. and I’m even more exhausted. We went down to the main floor and walked around (during which time I realize that my very stylish shoes are cutting into my foot and making me bleed). After changing my expensive/stylish shoes to comfy “flip/flops” for the remainder of the evening, we decide to look at the shops of the Bellagio and go eat dinner. During dinner, my boyfriend keeps his wool coat on the entire time…a lot weird. But again, its vegas baby…people act funny there. He continues to mention how excited he is for the midnight water show. So, I order coffee to pep me up and keep me warm. It works.
So around 11:15, we go out to watch the water shows (this is where it gets good people) which are playing every 15 minutes. They rock. Honestly, the songs were romantic and the fountains/lights were incredible per usual. Despite the fact that I was freezing my ‘noonies’ off and that my boyfriend never offered me his coat, I was having a good time waiting for the last show the midnight water show.
At around midnight, the crowd is waiting for the last showing anxious to see what song starts to play. “Ooooooohhhhhhhh….say can you see…..” rings out of the speakers. Everyone laughs because “The Star Spangled Banner” is so inappropriate for midnight in Vegas and it is just simply an awful rendition of the song. But, my boyfriend takes it especially hard and I hear him say “You have GOT to be kidding me…” I laugh because he was so excited for this.
After the song stops, the lights dim and the water begins to still. I am freezing and turn to go back inside. He lingers and reaches into the pocket of the jacket that he has been hogging all night. He keeps his fingers wrapped tightly around an object so that I can’t quite see what it is yet. He kisses me sweetly and then says, “Baby, I have to ask you a question…”. “What?”, I say. As he unravels his fingers to display a tiny blue box (that shade of Tiffany blue that I’ve grown to adore when it comes to receiving presents or, just in general actually) and begins to fall to his knee he asks, “Will you marry me?” He asks right there one week before my birthday; in front of my favorite hotel; at the very spot where, nearly three and a half years ago, I used to throw quarters into the fountain wishing for my ex-boyfriend to come back; the same spot where I received a phone call from my boyfriend/fiance saying he was searching for a job near me and away from home to be with me; and at the same spot where I, a year ago, had thrown quarters in the fountain wishing for this very moment.
At this point, I half think he is joking and laugh…then I look into his sweet face and realize that he is not. My first response: “What?!?! Did you ask my dad?” He smiles because he knows me so well and says, “Over a month ago…I was waiting for this trip and the water show.” I say, “Well, WHEN did you talk to my parents without me knowing?!” He obviously is becoming irritated and says, “Can you just answer my question and then I’ll tell you all about it?”
“Of course I’ll marry you!”, I say. God, I’d have to be a fool not to. So, we start to walk up to our room and he begins to tell me all the details. We get to the room and he has ordered very expensive champagne and chocolate covered strawberries from my favorite candy place in the Bellagio. We laugh because The Star Spangled Banner was the song of choice that evening (we later found out that they chose that song this one time to play because it was the anniversary of its writing…and for some reason, Bellagio chose to honor it at that moment). In my boyfriend’s (excuse me, “fiance’s) defense, he called the Bellagio and wanted to play a different song at midnight but they couldn’t for ‘technical’ reasons. He probably would have waited for the next night but…the berries/champagne and all…
The most romantic night of my life happened while I was wearing “flip flops”…and the funny thing is, I didn’t mind at all.
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