But I vow to at least try more.
I will try to go back and write some about what has been doing on in the past year that I have pretty much neglected this bloggie, but for now, I will just write about yesterday.
So, a few weeks ago, I surprised Ryan (Ryan is my boyfriend whom I don't believe the bloggie has met yet) and took him on a date. I took him to the Marina Dine-In theater, and it was a HIT. We LOVED it.
We got to recline our chairs (all the way down), ordered a delicious meal, drank wine, and cuddled while eating (well, I was eating) the best brownie I have EVER had in my entire 24 years of life...Needless to say he was stoked on it, and still claims it was our best dates so far...
So going off this idea of surprising each other, Ryan schemed a grand plan to take me on a nice date that I had no idea what we were doing. All he told me was "you can dress up as fancy as you want." This was my only direction, and I was so excited.
I knew we had to leave work early, so I packed my bag and was ready to go... I even shaved my legs in the work shower (disgusting).
Anyhoo, the boys in my department were giving me a hard time asking where we were going, and I kept answering "I don't know, Ry won't tell me." They then got into a heated discussion amongst themselves as they cursed girls and their expectations.
Boys: "A guy should NEVER tell a girl he has a surprise. He is setting himself up for failure. The girls expectations are way up here...and the boy delivers way down here....Just saying, you shouldn't do it."
Upon getting in the car with my handsome man, I told him what the boys were talking about and Ryan responded, "Well they must not know me then...they will be taking notes."
And that's right when that confidence got stuffed right back into his mouth. For some reason, he decided to take the scenic route to "throw me off" and somehow forgot that it was SUMMER in CALIFORNIA...which makes the beach route impossible to drive down. We had 45 minutes to go 3 miles, yet we were at a complete stand still as beach-goers, bikers, and surfers alike merrily ran past our car soaking up the summer sun...
That's when things started getting heated. literally. Ryan starts sweating, I am silent knowing that he is freaking out, and I just sat there watching the clock tick as we sat still... I still didn't know what we were doing, but I did know that there was a 99% chance that we were NOT getting there. He said "We have to be there by 6 or it won't happen..."
A few cuss words, lane changes, and pedestrians later, Ryan pulls into the Marina at 5:57 when out of the corner of my eye I spot Ross (My roommates boyfriend) SPRINTING down the road. He sees me, and then proceeds to drop to his stomach in an army crawl to avoid us seeing him... (it didn't work obviously).... I say "Ryan, is that Ross?" He said no, and argued that I was seeing things, as I argued back "NO ITS HIM..." Ryan then quickly parks the car, runs in circles, and screams "I DONT KNOW WHERE TO GO, DO YOU SEE ROSS?"
I respond "Um..are we getting on a boat?" ---- Surprise ruined. Ryan basically drops to his knees in defeat, goes... "well, yep." and I just start completely busting out laughing.
We run to the boat, and get on, when I see Blaire. Not sure why I didn't piece it together that she would be there, but my best friend was then sitting on the boat sippin' on her white wine.
The surprise was supposed to go as such:
Ryan takes me to the Marina, pretends we are going to dinner, he then casually walks towards the boat where we see my best friend and her boyfriend there and I respond "oh my gosh, whaaat? and we get on..." That's kind of how it went ;)
It didn't matter. We had the time of our lives and felt like celebrities as we whisked through the marina drinking white wine and talking about how lucky we are to be where we were with each other. That's one thing I am so grateful for...my friends really appreciate what we have. There isn't a moment that someone isn't saying DO WE REALLY LIVE HERE? Do we get to really do this???
And it's true. I felt completely loved and celebrated as we were alongside sailboats and boat goers with the people I call family.
Here are some pictures from our epic date:
And the night ended with Pizza in bed.
xoxo Haley Roe
