My fiancé is truly a romantic at heart, though you may not immediately think so based on his tall and rugged exterior. I figured if I was going to be shelling out advice on planning an unforgettable wedding, I should share my story of the unforgettable proposal. I knew Aaron had certain plans for our engagement, but I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t shake the presents at Christmas because I don’t want to ruin the surprise. So I let Aaron make his plans and lend a few random hints, but sort of brushed them off so I wouldn’t solve the puzzle.
We had a remarkable date night planned for the Friday night of the July 4th weekend. We started out by getting dressed up and Aaron surprised me with a trip to the photo booth in the mall. It seems a little silly, but we went to them early on in our relationship and they have since faded. So getting updated photo booth pics was so fun. I especially love the one of us picking each other’s noses.
We fierce foodies headed downtown to one of our favorite restaurants, Johnny Delmonico’s, for an extravagant meal. We feasted on bacon-wrapped scallops, steakhouse salads with rich blue cheese dressing, a shared blue cheese-crusted bone-in Porterhouse, rich crème brulee and old-fashioned apple crisp.
Aaron and I nearly had to roll one another out of the restaurant and headed to “our bar,” The Opus Lounge, on King Street. Aaron enjoyed a refreshingly bright, muddled Mojito and I ordered the “Martini Flight,” a sampling of four of their many signature cocktails. Already full on our mouth-watering meal, we could only have one drink but savored every sip.
We decided to walk things off a bit and strolled down to the Monona Terrace, sitting near the lake while the sun set behind us. The weather was heavenly and the skies were crisp and blue. We could have stayed there chatting and kissing all night, but Aaron had more plans for us.
The Ivory Room is a small piano bar off State Street with a to-die-for peach and vodka lemonade. So satisfying. We each bought a drink and sat at our table to enjoy the pianist and vocalist. After hearing a few requests, we casually walked around the Capital Square hand-in-hand.
I thought for certain that it was “the night.” Everything was picturesque and easy. I knew it wasn’t the night, however, when Aaron offered to cover my legs with his jacket while we sat at the terrace. There was still a part of me that kept thinking it would happen, but I wasn’t disappointed and Aaron totally knew I was expecting it. Guilty as charged. So when did it actually happen? Stay tuned.
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