It is true that there was no Ribcage story this week--and after two unfinished first parters! I was going to put up a little page that said "INTERMISSION" but I was doing things.
Today is our second anniversary, Elise and I. Due to calendar miscalculations we're back home from our anniversary vacation on Treasure Island. (Real place.)
We spent two nights on the beach. One in a beautiful newly renovated room only three feet from people eating and a band playing horrible Jimmy Buffet covers. And the other in an ugly never renovated Penthouse Suite with a beautiful eighth floor view and jacuzzi tub. All in all it was great because we got the best of both worlds. And seriously, though that first room felt clean and modern, that damn beach band's three foot speaker was extended up and almost into our "private" balcony! In the second room, two buildings down and eight floors up, we could still hear that music loud and clear!
The view from our first balcony on our romantic anniversary beach getaway. Guitar player on the left, big momma speaker on the right. I put this photo on here because, who thinks that this is an okay place to position a loud and annoying jam band when people are paying $140 a night for the room with the beachfront balcony?
As you can see, the view from our second room was far more agreeable, so much so that we were okay that it did not have a kitchen like the first and that our Hot Pockets thawed and had to be thrown away.
And then this is the ring that I proposed to Elise with...
And this is one where you can get a sense of how blue the moonstone gets in certain light. And also, where you can see the hand-engraved ring of Saturn around one of the diamonds.
That's called a surprise. Where I talk about rooms with bands under the balcony and rooms without kitchens and what not and then BAM.
I'm engaged.
Elise and I are engaged now and I think we're leaving so she can get lots of her hair chopped off, so I'll have to spare the details for later.
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