The Musings of a Wandering Mind

It seems that my getting felt up by Basie's family was some sort of initiation, because he proposed on December 30th. I am en-gagged.

Basie invited me to his Friday night gig. On the way home, he said he needed to stop by his place to drop off his stuff. I told him that I would just wait in the car, but he asked that I go inside with him. So I did, and we hung out for a bit in his room. Then he said that we should go into the living room. Why, I asked. He said because it was a little more comfortable. This is not true. The living room contains a bookcase, three chairs and a tv with no reception. But I said okay and took the comforter with me. I thought perhaps he wanted to watch a movie. So I got all bundled up and cosy on his most comfortable chair and waited for him to come in.

When he entered the living room, he was carrying a white ceramic box. "What is that?" I asked repeatedly. Then he got on his knees, and started to cry, which made me cry, and he asked me to marry him. I said yes, and he put the ring on my hand. Then we drank champagne.

Apparently, my mother knew all about the ring since November. We had this ring designed in 2005. But unbeknownst to me, Basie got the money together to get it made. In November, the prototype was ready for viewing and he took my mother to go with him. They picked out the sapphire together. My mother also knew when Basie was going to ask me and she loaned him the champagne flutes. Sneaky mommy!!

More fun with planning a wedding in the upcoming posts....