Mexican Engagement

Okay, just so you don’t get thinking about something that isn’t – no, I’m not engaged.

But, on Saturday, I did go to an engagement. Read that again. An engagement. Not an engagement party. An engagement – though, it did turn into an engagement.

If anybody wants any ideas about how to pop the question, read on.

On Saturday, Rosy got a call from a friend. He invited us to be there when he asked his ex-girlfriend to marry him. Yep, that’s right – ex-girlfriend. You see, earlier that morning, he broke up with his pregnant girlfriend. He also got her best friends, who were coming in from out-of-town, to call her and say they couldn’t make it into town. Then, he called a bunch of his friends and asked them to meet at a live music bar – which is a mix of cover songs by the singer of the band, and karaoke, where people come up and sing with her.

We all waited at the back door of the bar until everyone got there, and, more importantly, until he got up the nerve. Then, once he was ready, he was given the microphone, and the music changed, and he entered the bar singing “their” song. And, he went up to the woman whose heart he broke hours ago and continued singing to her. She beamed. And then, once the song was done, they hugged, and he got the ring from his friend, while his girlfriend wasn’t paying attention, and proposed to her, in front of 30 of their friends, and everyone else in the bar.

Obviously, it was all a set up, but, the whole day, I kept asking Rosy, what if she doesn’t show. How can he guarantee that she’ll be there. I mean, it’s the worst day of her life. The love of her life just broke up with her 3 months before they’re having a baby.

She said yes, and all was forgiven.