Santa Barbara, CA
The ride up from Laguna Niguel was hazy. Lindsey had a headache and was currently asleep in our rented minivan, mouth wide open, and snoring. Watching the clouds pour over the coastal mountains, I knew this wouldn't work. It was grey. It was cold. It wasn't perfect.
Then we made it to Santa Barbara and the clouds disappeared. It being Lindsey's birthday, I surprised her with three nights at the Four Seasons. We were both surprised when they upgraded us to a suite the size of a small European country (complete with gas fireplace and patio.) But everything was suddenly going as planned and it was time to man-up and get this started.
So we made our way to Butterfly Beach in front of our hotel and watched as the sun sank below the Pacific. (6:47pm ... a time indelibly marked into my brain as the time the sun sets in Santa Barbara on September 25th). Finally, I told Lindsey I had another birthday present for her, but this one was more dangerous.
The next part is a blur. I remember getting down on one knee. I remember unexpectedly tearing up. And I remember her saying yes ... which was probably most important.
And so, somewhere between 6:30 and 6:47 PST on Butterfly Beach outside Santa Barbara, Lindsey and I got engaged. And we have the photos to prove it...
And the surprise champagne and chocolate covered strawberries from Heidi were pretty amazing as well.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Ants in My Pants
Norwalk, CT
It should be stated that I'm not a good dancer. However, when I get a little tipsy, I like to think I'm a good dancer. And normally, my dancing skills only come out when I'm not dancing with my girlfriend. (See: dancing with my best friend's wife here.) Such was the case this past July as I made a fool out of myself on the dance floor at a wedding (again) ... dancing this time with my girlfriend's best friend.
Nothing but trouble.
It should be stated that I'm not a good dancer. However, when I get a little tipsy, I like to think I'm a good dancer. And normally, my dancing skills only come out when I'm not dancing with my girlfriend. (See: dancing with my best friend's wife here.) Such was the case this past July as I made a fool out of myself on the dance floor at a wedding (again) ... dancing this time with my girlfriend's best friend.
Nothing but trouble.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The Mill River 2011
Norwalk, CT
Much like we did five years ago, Tim, Tom and I decided to head down the Mill River after a week of heavy rains. This time, we ditched the kayaks and replaced them with a white water raft ... with a slow leak.
Much like we did five years ago, Tim, Tom and I decided to head down the Mill River after a week of heavy rains. This time, we ditched the kayaks and replaced them with a white water raft ... with a slow leak.
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