Friday, December 12, 2008

The Story

OK. I'm sure this story is better conveyed in person, but many of you have asked, so I'll type it up for you - but just try to imagine me speaking it - I'm not a great writer!

An August 6th, 2008 at approximately 7:00pm in the evening... (kidding!)

OK. So, I got stuck late at work (shocker, I know) and Jason and I were going back and forth as to whether he was going to pick me up or I was going to take the train home. So, I called him on my way to the train and he said he was already on his way to pick me up. So we agreed that I would walk toward the highway and meet him. Then he called me back and said traffic was bad and he was going to be a few minutes. So, I walked over to the highway and stood and waited on the corner of Washington and Jefferson reading a novel.

Jason arrived and I hopped in the car and we started driving. In that part of town, there are highway entrances every other block. So, he passes the entrance, and I was like Honey, that was the way back on to the highway. And he was like I'll get on at the next one. So, we get to the next turn, and he passes it too. And then he turns east on Lake . . and he's like, Oh, I'll just go to Ontario.

So, we cross the river heading toward the next entrance (Ontario) and he turns right on Kinzie. And I'm like, Honey I'm not sure if you're aware, but you're going east and we don't live in this direction... and he says, well I thought we'd go to dinner.

I say, Okaaaaaaay...

So, Jason pulls the car over and tells me that the restaurant we're going to has a dress code.

At this point, I'm game... and you have to realize that I was dressed like a total schlub that day, jeans and a burgundy knit Target polo, so needing to change to go to dinner is totally reasonable to me...

Jason pulls out a name tag and pins it on his shirt... "Plaidman" ...

A little back-story...
Jason and I met in the summer of 1996 while working at Ed Debevic's. Ed's is a character diner where the staff is goofy and rude and has personas. Jason was a loud, obnoxious guy who wore all plaid - shirt, pants, suspenders - and was called "Plaidman" ... I had 2 personas - one was Ginger, who was sweet and girly and frilly, and the other was Sparkles, who was basically a Vegas slut.

Restaurants have labels for the days of the week that they use to label when food was open or stored or whatever. On my Sparkles nametag, Jason had taken a "MON" label and turned it upside down... so my tag read "Sparkles NOW" ...


Back to the story...

So Jason pins on his nametag and I notice he's wearing a plaid shirt... and he says, "I couldn't find your Sparkles NOW nametag, so I thought I'd give you a sparkles now..." and he pulled out my ring! Then he said all kinds of nice things to me and I told him I would marry him!

Then, we went to dinner at Ed Debevic's, since that is where we met.

Adorable....