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20051011
plans and brown hats
Oh wow. I'm planning a wedding. MY wedding. odd? yes. exciting?
heck yes.
We want to get married this year... And we're going to cut it close.
I want Isaac to move back home
I want to go visit Reigner
We'll see about all that, but for now, let's talk about camping.
I think camping is on a lot of people's minds this week... seeing as
camping is this week. And I know that there are some of you out
there who are already getting their hopes up about the potential for
another video, but let me urge you not to get over-zealous. There is
a possibility, however slight, that there won't be a killer wicked
awesome rocking video this year. You see, this afternoon I had to
bury my beautiful PD150. Yes, it's true, Roger(as I have just named
him) is dead. He lived a long and wonderful life, gave us plenty to
laugh at, plenty to cry for, lots of heartaches and headaches. He
will be remembered always in the videos that he has given us, but he
will be remembered mostly for the camera that traveled to Ukraine.
(and another piece of equipment that died is the D70 lens I took to
Ukraine... hmmm... maybe my stuff has been suffering from Ukraine
withdrawl. I should have seen the signs. Now it's too late.)
Oh well... maybe now I have an excuse to upgrade to HD. Except still
no money. I doubt I can find a deal like Roger for an HD camera...
or even another PD150....... but you never know.
I'm getting married...... that's good news. I'm getting married to
Heather........... that's amazing news.
ok, I'm losing signal, I can't understand a word you're saying...
I'll just hang up now.
20051008
Hold my hand inside your hand...
so a lot has happened since my last post. I'm engaged... here's my
version of the story:
So it's Wednesday evening the 28th of September, and I talk to
Mr. Crane once he got back from Slidell LA. I ask him for permission
to marry his daughter. He says yes. I ask him to keep it a secret.
He says he won't even tell his wife because he knows she wouldn't be
able to contain it. Perfect.
So Thursday morning rolls around and I'm nervous as all get
out. I know the Coldplay concert is that night and I know I'm going
to do it then, I also know that they will be playing an acoustic set
in the middle of their normal set and I know that they will be
playing 'Till Kingdom Come during that set. That song means a lot to
us. Perfect.
I arrange to pick up Joel Face and meet everyone else there, I
tell Chris Lyons about it when he's on his way, so that he can take
some pictures... all the while trying my very hardest to pretend like
it's a normal humdrum day. I didn't do it perfectly, but she really
didn't have a clue as to what was going to happen. Perfect.
The concert starts. The opening band was alright, but I really
couldn't focus. My hand kept finding it's way into my pocket to see
if the ring was really really really there. "What am I going to
say?" "What if they don't play the song?" "Is she going to take me
seriously?" Confusion, drizzle, music, lights, balloons, Coldplay,
wonderful concert. Perfect.
The Scientist ends, the lights go out, techies start re-
arranging things on stage and I know this is it. I hand Chris Lyons
the camera and nod. Perfect. They start playing, my hands continue
to sweat, my mind races faster as my heart is about to burst through
my chest. Perfect. I ask Heather to dance, and people around us
start to clear a little space for us. No one else is dancing.
Perfect. I ask her if she's embarrassed and she says that it's not
the first time she's danced with me in front of people. And then I
tell her I love her, I wait for the music, and then I say this:
"Heather, I want to ask you a question. Not because I don't know the
answer, but because now I have permission..."
I get down on one knee,
"...will you marry me?"
"WHAT?"
"will you marry me."
"ARE YOU KIDDING? ARE YOU SERIOUS?"
"will you marry me?"
"YES!!!"
I get up and I hold her and swing her around. She almost passes
out and I have to hold her up. Perfect. I then say, "I couldn't
afford to buy you a ring, but I have this." and I hand her a plastic
bubble thing that you get from the vending machines. She can't open
it because she's shaking, so I open it and put my great-grandmother's
antique white gold/platinum, 7 diamond ring on her finger. Perfect.
Heather was totally and completely surprised by all the events that
evening. And within 2 hours we really had to think hard at who to
call next because everyone had heard somehow. It was amazing, it was
beautiful, dangerously romantic and yes, it was perfect.
I love her that much and so much more.
She is the princess I will always fight for.
I am her knight she will always run to.
Heather, you have captivated my heart. You are so beautiful to me,
so exquisite, so perfect. I love you.
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