After I said yes, we danced around the apartment in excitement before he told me it wasn’t over yet. He allowed me to change (I was still in my work clothes!) and got me in the car. I kept trying to guess where we were going but was confused when we headed towards Venice. Then we turned onto Abbott Kinney and I saw the sign for The Brigg. The bar where we randomly met three years ago. We hadn’t been back since, and it was the perfect way to nod to the past as we looked to the future. When we walked in we were greeted with screams of congratulations and champagne . Steve arranged for my family and close friends to be there to celebrate. It was so special. To share in the joy with your nearest and dearest. Perfection. My adorable friends had buckets of my favorite candy on hand, and even made a cute sign. They had been there all night reserving the place, and had known for over a week about the plans! You sneaky friends!
After a long night of celebrating we headed home elated. I woke up Saturday with a headache- perhaps a little too much champs! I had plans to go wedding dress shopping for one of my besties and forced myself out of bed early. The surprises weren’t over yet though! In reality my weekend plans were fake! Steve was taking me away for the weekend to San Diego for an “engagement-moon” of sorts. We took the train down so we could relax and brought our bikes along. We stayed at the Hyatt in downtown San Diego, right on the water. It was the best time. We ate and drank our way through the Gaslamp district and took a ferry to Coronado and biked along the water. And 70 degrees in January? Check plus.
So excited to be marrying my best friend. Now for wedding planning…
love and candy,