We arrived in Paris at 6am on 08/08/2008, and when Krusty said that he was taking me somewhere special, I started to get excited.
He took me to the bus stop. So far, so special. The bus arrived, and by the lettering on its side I noticed that we were going to a hotel. Now I saw that it was a four star hotel, but nonetheless I thought Krusty was being a bit cheeky treating me like a call girl...
At the hotel, we dropped off our bags, and Krusty led me to the spa area. As it was so early, it was completely empty so it was extra relaxing - the pool didn't have so much as a ripple, the sauna was free of embarrassing silences and the whole thing felt like we had our own private chill-out area. I asked Krusty if this was the special place, anticipating that he might pop a certain question perhaps...
But no. Krusty just tells me that we are going somewhere else for lunch and that he wanted to give me an opportunity to freshen up for the occasion. Would this be the place, then...? Hmm hmmm...
Once we had washed and changed into our Sunday best, Krusty led me to a taxi, without letting me hear where we were going. Twenty minutes later we were on the Champs-Elysees, and our taxi dropped us off at Le George V hotel, where Krusty informed me that we would be having lunch. I have never dared to even go into the lobby of this hotel before!
We drank a fluorescent cocktail at the bar, while Krusty told me that the only reason we were drinking it was because it was called 'She's the one'. By then I had no doubt that Krusty was going to propose that day...
As we were led to our table, I noticed that we had the most cosy and romantic one, that there were petals in the shape of a heart on the table and that the staff were all looking at me with a cheeky smile. Well, now it was confirmed!
We sat down and had - without a doubt - the best meal I have ever eaten, but then with two Michelin stars the contrary would have been surprising. Halfway through the meal a man came to take a picture of us, and I half expected Krusty to whip out a ring...but no. Still nothing.
The dessert came around and my heart started to sink as I realised Krusty had probably hidden the ring within it, committing what is, in my mind, the worse proposal crime ever: you just shouldn't mix food and jewellery! I didn't want my engagement ring covered in strawberry liegois with mojito granite, however yummy it was... So I started digging, listening for any metallic clinks, but soon I had cleaned off the dish, and there was still no ring. Krusty's grin assured me that I hadn't swallowed it.
So the complimentary rose champagne came and went, the bill was paid, and we were off to the station with no major life stages crossed off our list...
At the station where we had come to take the train to Julie and Jesse's wedding, Krusty mentioned that he needed an ID photo and that while we waited for the train he would go and have one done. I waited outside the booth with the luggage, until suddenly Krusty's arm tugged me inside, and just as the picture was being taken, he whipped out the most beautiful ring in the world and said, in true Krusty fashion:
"Snou, will you nag and hassle me for the rest of your life?"
Of course, I said yes to that cheeky monkey (sorry rat), and have been grinning ever since.
And asking me to nag him forever wasn't the end of the long list of puns that I think there might be an infinite reserve of... Here are my favourite Krusty nuggets:
Because of how beautiful the ring is, I started calling him sugar daddy, but Krusty, not one to splash the cash, asked me to call him the low fat aspartame version "Splendaddy", instead...
Accordingly, as it must have cost him more than ten quid, Krusty had initially tried to have the ring copied, calling the imitation version that I might have had the "wrong"...
The wedding is the "dreading"... No comment.
And as Krusty won't be able to take to long a period off work for the dreading, we have to postpone our honeymoon, making it therefore, our "funnymoon".
A life of puns... Am I really ready for this?!
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