My husband's proposal indirectly involved the Ames dress dude, on a similar note.
We were eating at Lucullan's (back when it was good) for our anniversary. Janny was acting a tiny bit nervous, which isn't like him. We got outside after and he started to suggest sitting at the little park there, but the dress guy was there dressed as a nun.
We got in the car, and drove by Tradewinds, which is where a good buddy had introduced us. It had burnt quite a bit in a fire two nights before, which I am glad he didn't take as an omen.
We went to Bandshell Park, and he offered to push me on the swing. I thought he was just being whimsical, so I agreed. He gave me a few good pushes, then walked around in front of me. He let my legs swing into his junk, then dropped to the ground like I had racked him. I hopped off the swing to make sure he was okay... At which point he brought up one leg so he was on one knee, and then proposed.
I assume marrying me is like a kick in the nuts. :wink:
