Marriage Proposal 101

Oh I am feeling blah blah blah and have nothing to say but I'm SO tired of seeing the last blog stare me in the face every time I open my website. I decided it would be fun to open the folder on my computer called Writings & Ramblings and see what I discovered. It's a major copout but so what? It's my party and I can cry if I want to. Here's what I uncovered and it instantly took me back to that moment in time where Life leaned down and patted me on the head and said, "good boy".

And the rest my friends is history...

Well dear friends, it’s the year 2003 and frankly Miracles still do exist. A wedding is in the works and the two lucky contestants are J. Meghan McChesney and J. Jamie Gilroy. The Universe in all of its infinite wisdom and unending humor conspired to unite these two souls (for better or for worse) in a lovely display of Serendipity.

As a testament to what is possible when one shrugs their shoulders and says simply “can a brother catch a break here?” I supplicated the benevolent Universe to bring me an answer to my question – “am I destined to be alone in this Life (SWM single dad seeking Irish American Princess)?” Not hearing anything and being incredibly impatient I chucked myself into the unknown abyss figuring the answer may lie there, or in lieu of an answer a good adrenaline rush would suffice. Well imagine my surprise when Meghan appeared right before my very eyes (her face too all contorted by the G-forces of her own abyss free fall). I was like, “hey what are you doing in my Dream? Wanna get married?” I saw my minimal chance and pounced on it… Anyhow she claims in the rushing of the wind she heard “Isn’t San Diego a lovely city…?” And of course she answered “YES!!!”

The rest folks, is history. Being a good little Toltec, Meghan is being impeccable with her word and is honoring her answer of "yes" to whatever my question was. As a result, we are to be married of the 30th day of the fair month of May in year 2003. We would love it if you could join us in a wonderful celebration of love, laughter, and wild tribal dancing. If you can’t please just send money.

I love you, and I’m sure Meg does too…

J. Jamie James Brewster McChesney Gilroy

Comments

Rose said…

Thanks Jamie, Priceless......

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