Ending the Suspense

All right, finally I have some time to tell my stories.

This past weekend, at the last weekend of the PA Renaissance Faire, Ray asked me to marry him. I was standing on the steps of the As You Like It/Up Your Kilt booth (where I usually do my spinning) and he came walking up the hill with something big under his cloak. I was curious to see what was under there, so I tried peeking under the cloak, but he wouldn't let me. Finally he pulled out a huge basket full of roses, most of them red, but some yellow, which have significance hearkening back to the first bunch of roses he gave me.

I thought that was the big surprise. Ray's not much for grand gestures or anything, so giving me flowers on the final weekend of faire was big enough for him, or so I figured. But then he said, "I don't have a song, I don't have a poem, I don't have a speech, but I do have a question for you. Will you marry me?"

Well, of course I said yes. And my friends at the booth are so excited that it happened in their shop that they intend to memorialize the event by painting a little red heart where I was standing. Hopefully, they said, this will start a trend.

So after we got engaged, it was up to me to announce to everyone at the faire our happy state. Ray, in true form, didn't even tell the Leatherboys what he had done. The reactions from the people he worked with ran from predictable cynicism of, "Haven't you learned from my mistake?" to "Why didn't you do it at our shop? After all, it is where you guys met." (Strangely enough both statements were made by the same person). Another friend shouted to the entire faire grounds, "Ray has FEELINGS!" And of course, everyone offered their congratulations.

There are more stories, but I'm going to give them to you in piecemeal so you can have something to look forward to later. :)