Monday, July 28, 2008

Our Story, Part 3

The Proposal:

I stood outside a restaurant called Tavern on the Green. I just flown in from Florida where I had asked Furi Kuri's father for her hand in marriage, and this was the place I would ask Furi Kuri to become my wife. I live in Dublin, Ireland, so tonight was the first time I had seen the the restaurant in person. I had heard so much about it, and it came highly recommended, plus it was used in the movie Ghostbusters... It was perfect. The restaurant was set just inside central park, so I stood on the line between woodland tranquility and the commotion of the city. I was greeted by a doorman wearing a bright-colored coat, like those that wait outside high-end hotels. I said hello, my voice stuttering unexpectedly, and then I realized how nervous I was.

I walked down the hallway into the lobby were the room was full of people waiting to be seated. Some were standing in line to have their coats checked and others were simply socializing and enjoying being out of the cold. An unmistakably Italian guy stood behind the reservation desk. I walked up to the him and got his attention.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

"I, uh... So I'm... Okay, I'm a little nervous because..."

Eventually I communicated that my girlfriend was coming here thinking that she was meeting my parents for dinner, but, in fact, I was going to be here instead, and when I surprised her I was going to ask her to marry me. For a moment, he stared. In the back of my mind I was willing him to say "Bada bing!" but that effort failed by the time he regained his composure. We worked it out so that when Furi Kuri arrived she would be seated immediately and I would hold onto a pager that would go off when things were set. Then I would walk into the room and Bada bing! However, I had some time to kill before she got here, so I asked the host where the bar was. I needed a drink.

While I waited at the bar, sipping my seven and seven, I got a call from Furi Kuri.

"Your parents just called me and said they were already at the restaurant!" I laughed, and was sympathetic towards her. Punctuality had been part of her plan to make a good impression. "Where are you right now?" she asked me "Oh, I'm at a bar. Some of people from work went out for drinks."

Furi Kuri pouted a few moments more. She was worked up and anxious about spending time with my parents for the first time without me there. I assured her everything would go well, though I secretly delighted in the fact that she thought I was still in Ireland. I gave her one last "good luck" before we got off the phone and then finished the last of my drink and paid my bill. She was only a few minutes away.

The pager vibrated in my pocket like a bomb about to go off. Nervous excitement surged through me. I took a steadying breath and left the bar area slowly, making sure that I didn't run into the hosts showing Furi Kuri to her seat. I walked passed the Italian in the lobby; from a distance, he gave me the thumbs up and nodded his head in the direction of the room Furi Kuri was seated in. I walked down a short, curved hallway into the "Chestnut room" of the restaurant. Furi Kuri stood at a table in the center of the room with a puzzled look on her face, seeing that there were only two chairs and that my parents were nowhere to be found. She immediately swung her head around in my direction and her face became a mix of shock and joy. She spoke words of disbelief as I made my way to her. I met her with a quick embrace, but when I pulled back she resisted, not wanting to let me go. I looked into her eyes and she paused long enough for me to say:

"I would have been here sooner, but I had to go to Florida first so I could ask your father's permission to do this..." I got down on one knee and pulled the ring in its black box from my pocket and snapped it open, "Will you marry me?"

She said yes.

I stood and kissed her and suddenly there was applause all around us. The room was full of people, which I forgot to mention because none of them had existed until now. We stood there talking in excitement, exchanging kisses and I love you's. People were taking pictures of us and we were barely aware of it. Finally, we sat down as our senses partially returned. A few moments later, a man in a suit came to our table and congratulated us. He was older, with a Texan accent and a mustache worthy of Sam Elliot. He offered us some marital advice.

"The secret is to kiss each other at least four times a day. Once when you wake up, again before you go to work, once when you come home, and then once before you go to sleep. My wife and I have done that for thirty years and it hasn't failed us. I hope you two find as much happiness as we have."

Furi Kuri and I were truly touched by such a kind admonition.

Our evening of bliss continued with a bottle of wine and people extending their congratulations to us as they walked by. An older couple with their granddaughter at the table next to us had taken pictures of the whole thing, from the moment Furi Kuri accepted. He later sent those to me via email. Coincidently, there was a hired photographer at the restaurant that evening, and she approached us and said that another couple had bought us a photo. We posed for her and then we asked who had bought it so that we could thank them. She pointed us in the direction of an older man and woman seated off to the side. We went and thanked them, and a conversation ensued during which the woman asked us how we met. In college, we answered, and then she asked where we went. When we said Vanderbilt, she put her hands on her chest and told us that is where her and her husband went, met, and fell in love.

That night, and the rest of the weekend we spent together, could not have gone better. Now, I have the pleasure of referring to Furi Kuri as my fiance' and soon I will have the honor of calling her my wife.

Our Story, Part 2

Amor Vincit Omina ("Love Conquers All") or Some Might Call Us Crazy:

Furi Kuri and I met in college, where we both attended Vanderbilt University in Nashville, TN during the fall of my senior year and her sophomore year. Casual dating soon turned into something more serious and before too long we both realized that we had some thing truly special.

After nearly a year of being together in the college setting, our relationship was put to a test: distance. We had grown to love each other in that college bubble where all we had to worry about were grades and where the party was. Despite this environment, we could not deny that what we had grew out of a deep personal connection, rather then the convenience of being in the same place at the same time. When I graduated, and Furi Kuri still had 2 years left in school, we decided to stay together. This meant that I would be home in Pennsylvania, or fourteen hours by car, and two and a half hours by plane from Nashville. We could manage it. I could speculate on cheap flights and drive when I had to. However, only three weeks after graduation I was told that I got the job that I was hoping for… In California.

It was a more difficult challenge, but we would make it a priority to see each other as often as we could. She could sneak out to LA during school holidays, and I could fly to see her in Nashville on my own time to compliment that. But California proved to be only the warm up for what we would soon be facing.

Several months after I had moved to California, Furi Kuri told me that she was going to Australia for six months. It didn't come as a surprise; we had talked about it leading up to her decision to go. However, it was on us to mentally prepare for not seeing one another for such a long time because we both knew a break was not an option.

Some of our friends from home and college told us we were crazy for trying to beat the distance. We made our arguments for why we did, that it was something special and worth the challenge. They continued their nay-saying, while others warned us that we might get hurt, but we were unaffected by their discouragement because we knew that they didn't understand our commitment to each other. To be so young and so lucky to have found someone that we care about so profoundly is truly a blessing.

After nearly a year in California, I was working with a new company and Furi Kuri was back from Australia and in class in Nashville. We were just about to get used to that when the company I was working for announced that they would be moving to Ireland, and I was invited to come along for the next 2 years. It was an opportunity that I would have been foolish to pass up, but it was the hardest thing in the world to be so far from the people I care about, especially Furi Kuri.

She didn't want to give me up, however, and I felt the same way about her, so in our most insane act yet, we decided that the distance wouldn't beat us. A year later Furi Kuri graduated from college and moved up to New York where she had landed a job on Wall Street. We spent what little extra money we had on flights to see each other every other month and through daily correspondence, phone calls, and hand written notes we continued to make it work.

This past fall I asked Furi Kuri to marry me. After the wedding this October she will be moving out here to Ireland and we will start a new chapter in our lives together.

Through the years we have risen to each new challenge we've faced and become stronger because of it. We are a simple old fashioned love story and though some might call us crazy, we will now have the pleasure of being crazy together for the rest of our lives.


Next up, the proposal! 

Our Story, Part 1

With the wedding only a few months away, I recently realized that I have never shared how S. Monster and I came to be.  So without further adu, may I present Part One of Three of our story:  First Impressions--as written by Mr. S. Monster himself.

Of all the young ladies at the party, and there were quite a few, she stood out the most. It was not in a normal way. She didn't draw attention to herself by dancing on a table or shouting in excitement when a popular song came on. As my eyes passed over the crowd, it was as if a spot light shined down on her, lighting her up and making everyone else seem dim. At the time, I didn't even know her name, but there was something in her smile that was so real that I found myself looking around from time to time hoping to see her again.

She was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. She was taller then most girls, something that helped me pick her out each time my eyes searched for her. Large brown eyes complimented her perfect smile. She would hold her thin arms up over her head as part of an alluring dance when she was taken by the music. I was entranced. The room was crowded and the weather cold outside, so I did not see her most amorous feature until much later, her legs. They could stop a man dead in his tracks, as they would do to me many times.

It took me a year to finally speak to her, but when I did things simply fell into place. The woman I had idolized in my mind turned out to be even more amazing in the flesh. I found myself wanting her more and more, and she felt the same towards me. Finally we realized that we could not live without each other, and it turned out that beautiful girl who caught my eye was meant to be my wife....

Next: How we ended up on separate continents 

Editor's Note:

As some of you may have noticed, I deleted the past couple of posts. Let's be honest, the creepy baby cakes were just too disturbing. *shudders* I was giving myself nightmares every time I viewed my own blog. I have no idea what I was thinking but I thank you for all of your comments and humbly apologize for making you suffer through that. To make up for things, please enjoy this picture of a baby monkey
 
Now isn't this image much more enjoyable?  

image via Cute Overload

Friday, July 18, 2008

Merci Beaucoup



For those who enjoy both beauty and multi-functionality during those romantic getaways, Industrial Designer Karim Rashid introduces Limited Edition Veuve-Clicquot Globalight: a reinterpretation of a traditional French chandelier.

The Globalight is a portable cooler in which one bottle of Rose champagne will stay chilled for 6 hours while the halo of LED lights give off a soft pink glow. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Takes my breath away....

That is what this wedding by Jessica Claire does to me....






Gorgeous, elegant, exuberant and fun. I have fallen head over heels in love with this wedding 

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Tuesday night fun

Coming home Tuesday night after a long day at work and running errands I couldn't be bothered to cook (read: I was to lazy to go get necessary food in order to cook anything). So I did what any self respecting single gal living in the city does--I went and ordered food from my local Mexican joint and enjoyed myself a little margarita while I waited (drinking alone is totally cool right?). 

I then came home, enjoyed said Mexican food, and was able to catch up with one of my closest friends who lives oh so far away and with whom I haven't talked to in ages (Hey there Strawberry! Miss you!) 

I topped off my night with some good old fashioned Lion King (which p.s. did you know in the current dvd release there's a new song by Zazu included? I had totally forgotten about that!)

To spread the Tuesday night love please enjoy one of my all time favorite Disney songs:
Hakuna Matata ya'll!

By the by......Does anyone else think adult Simba is hot? No? Just me? 


The WIC debunked (Part I)

The WIC (wedding industrial complex) has struck again! Before I got engaged I never saw the point in ordering programs. I mean, why do you need a piece of paper telling you whose getting married? However, over the past eight months, as my addiction to wedding porn has gotten almost unbearable, I had convinced myself of their necessity. Every wedding I saw, and (*almost) every blog I read had programs. They were everywhere. And while I’ve always prided myself on not following the crowd, somewhere along the way I forgot about my program prejudice. I told myself that I needed them, that they were vital to the ceremony. I told myself that this would be a way to recognize those in the wedding party and thank those who had helped us….

Then this past weekend when I was down in FL, my preppy stationary loving Martha Stewart and Betty Crocker’s love child sister (read: my exact opposite) of all people asked me why I was ordering programs.
“You don’t need them and they’re just going to be thrown out” she said. To which my reply was “………..” (I'm quite eloquent aren't I?)


Why did I need them? She was of course completely right. Why do I need to recognize the wedding party in the programs? They will be standing at the front of the church in matching dresses. What about thanking those people who helped out? That’s what a heartfelt handwritten letter and/or gift is for. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve come to really enjoy programs and think are quite gorgeous. Matter of fact, in my head, I even had our own programs written out (they would have been lovely) 

But the truth is ladies that I had been fooled by the bastard that is the WIC. I had stopped seeing programs as simply another piece of pretty stationary and instead had been convinced that they were a vital part of the ceremony. Which is really quite silly of me. You don't need programs, they are just a nice little extra something-something to have. So long story short we have decided to forgo the beloved program.**
 

Anyone else out there not doing programs?

**please don't hold it against me

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Back in Action

Dear friends,

I apologize for my sudden disappearance from the blogging world. I would say that I’ve been busy, that life has been pretty hectic around these parts over the past few weeks....all of which is true of course… but to be honest a few weeks ago I simply got burned out on the whole wedding thing.


I had simply had enough. My own wedding plans had come to an excruciatingly painful stand still. My wedding dress, which I ordered back in February from Kleinfeld’s, has yet to come in (it was due the first week of June). I have yet to order my invitations and I can’t start any projects because I’m moving from NY back down to FL at the end of July (lets be honest, I can’t be bothered transporting anything else from here to there). On top of all of that I hadn’t seen S. Monster in over a month and was missing him terribly.

Around this time I'm afraid to say I stopped caring—and thus stopped blogging—about the wedding. I no longer cared about the colors, or the centerpieces, or the music. I didn’t care about the flowers, transportation, invitations, welcome baskets…none of it mattered anymore. I just wanted to be with S. Monster. I wanted the planning and waiting to be over--I wanted to be married. Out of the four years we’ve been together, 3 of them have been long distance and honestly I was tempted to go buy a $50 dress from Target, head to city hall and call it a day. Easy peasy.

Somewhere in the midst of all of this, I was talking to S.Monster about the above situation and how I felt about things. One week I had joked about flying out there to see him during the upcoming weekend but knew that a last minute trip to Ireland was obviously out of the question. However, imagine my (very excited) surprise when the idea was brought back up that Friday afternoon and S. Monster asked if I seriously wanted to come out that weekend—because if so, I should head to the airport after work because he had just bought me a ticket!

The weekend was truly amazing and (even more importantly) relaxing. A spontaneous last minute flight overseas was exactly what I needed. Maybe not so much what our wallet needed….but you can’t have it all.

After my overseas soirĂ©e, I've had a gazillion other things (all none wedding related of course) to take care of. However I am happy to say that now I’m back and ready for action. I’ve enjoyed my mini break but am excited to get back into the swing of wedding planning. I’m sorry for the extended absence and promise that next time I suddenly jet set overseas I’ll leave a note.

Sincerely,

Fk