I'm like a psychic. I should charge money.

On November 5th I posted about my favorite ex-boyfriend and how I dreamed he wanted my help picking out an engagement ring for his recent girlfriend. Something in me just knew that this was going to happen, and it did. They got engaged over the holidays and announced it today.

I'm very happy for them, truly, and I'm glad my subconscious prepared me for this or I think I might be a little sad too, and I'm not. I've already had time to get used to the idea and I'm feeling nothing but joy for them. Ok, maybe I'm feeling a tiny bit of something that's not joy but I can't even determine what it is exactly so let's just brush it aside and not talk about it. ;)

I had heard that someone else would be getting engaged over the holidays but I haven't seen any announcements so perhaps that didn't happen. I'll have to ask some mutual people what the scoop is. Holiday engagements are nice but kind of predictable, and cheesy, IMO. I like more spontaneity myself, though my engagement was anything but. My husband pretty much asked me without a ring, it wasn't even really a proper ask, and then we were off and planning the wedding before I ever got it. I kept teasing him I could call it off at any time because we weren't official until he actually truly asked me, with ring in hand. I picked out the ring and the diamond, he wanted me to, so that wasn't a surprise. And then he picked it up and I knew he had it so that wasn't a surprise either. So when he said we were going away for the weekend, I knew he was going to officially ask me, the only thing I didn't know for sure was where we were going.

Turned out we were going to Flagstaff where we stayed in a Bed & Breakfast, and he pretty much proposed as soon as we got checked in and brought our stuff to our room. I said yes, of course.

We had a fabulous weekend. We went out for drinks and live music and met up with a nice lesbian couple who hooked us up with a free plane ride over the Grand Canyon the next day (one of them worked there). It was pretty cool, except that John gets seasick and being in a small plane in the canyon feels very much like being in a small boat on the ocean. He threw up almost the entire time. Oops. At least we learned something. John needs Dramamine if he's going to be in a small plane and we love lesbians. But really, who doesn't? ;)