How do I start off this post? Everything I write feels covered in cheese. So I’ll tell you a story incorporating cheese and see how that goes.
Last Thursday I was tired and crabby on my way home from work. I was chewing on godknowswhat up in my head for the whole drive with the lovely Margaret as we beebopped to music and made fun of silly license plates and ridiculous drivers i had a bad attitude brewing. So when I asked Kamel to walk to the bank with me to deposit a check and then the check wouldn’t work in the ATM, I was snippy. In order to cure the snippyness we went and had quesadillas at my favorite mexican place. This place has amazing margaritas, amazing homemade chips, amazing guac, it is… amazing. The lighting is low, the booths are well worn, the people there want to eat great good and drink great tequila. I love it. (That’s where the cheese comes in, get it? Queso.)
And then we walked home and I climbed immediately into my sweats, plopped down on the futon and started to work on some writing. Kamel walked into the room while I was working on a beautiful sentence involving a thunderstorm which had turned the sky dark and lasted until night. (See that? That’s art right there.) So Kamel walked into the room (with a priest and a donkey…. just kidding) and just stands there. So of course the conversation began like this:
Me: What are you doing?
Me: Ok. Can you sit down? You’re being weird.
*And he sits RIGHT next to me. Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: Loving you.
*And he snuggles in closer – if that were possible.
Him: Today’s a really good day, Lauren.
Me: Yeah it was ok.
Him: And I love you and I want to start a life with you.
Me: You’re making me nervous.
After more romanticizing and lovely words that are all kind of blurry, and after i interrupted him so I could save my work and close my computer, he pulled out the ring and asked me to marry him. To which I repled, “Ok!!!” with much enthusiasm.
The next day I went to work and felt like I was a walking zombie. I kept checking to make sure the ring was still there and all I wanted to do was spend time with Kamel. When I got out of the car at Kamel’s house he must have been watching for me because he burst out of the apartment and came trotting over to my car for a massive hug. And then we went to the 30th anniversary of Star Wars Movie Number two (But really it’s like number 5 or something?) – that I can’t remember the proper name of – work event at Lucas because I am the QUEEN OF AWESOME GIRLFRIENDS.
I had told everyone I didn’t really want to start planning the wedding for at least a month, but as these things often happen, it was out of my control.
The date is set: July 16, 2011 and I have a chapel (Holy Names) and a reception place booked. I think that will be quite enough for now.
On saturday morning we went to Yosemite. More on that later. But here is a picture of our hands that I took in the car while on the way back to San Francisco. We were in the car a lot.