Magic In The Night
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Ok, so some of you may remember this topic from right about this time last year.
http://www.sportsjournalists.com/forum/threads/63933/
A lot has happened since then. We moved in together in April. It got better and better. We began to talk about marriage and weddings and such. Then there were the Springsteen shows to go to. First, one in Detroit, then Milwaukee and finally the tour finale in Buffalo. An amazing three-pack if there ever was one.
But that was not to be the most exciting thing. We drove quickly across Canada last Friday to Niagara Falls and checked into the Embassy Suites Fallsview. It was pretty much the nicest hotel room I'd ever been in, complete with a gas fireplace and a jacuzzi tub all looking out floor-to-ceiling windows to the falls. We went down for the free drinks and figured out which table was going to be the best for the fireworks at 9 p.m. We talked to the manager about getting that best table. Then we went back up and got all dressed up and came down to dinner. Ordered an appetizer and some drinks and then ...
First there was a poem by a South American poet about the Earth moving to bring us together.
Then he dropped to one knee and asked for my hand in marriage as he slid the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen on my finger. I was crying and hyperventilating as I said, Oh my God, yes, yes. The other tables all applauded and a few minutes later, fireworks exploded over one of the great wonders of the world right in front of our eyes. If ever the Earth moved to bring anyone together, it was right at that moment. I knew I had done the right thing by waiting all my life for just the right Springsteen fan, er, love of my life, to propose. It was, as the man says, Magic in the Night.
Oh yeah, and at the Springsteen show two days later, as Bruce crowd-surfed right over us, I could not resist the urge to squeeze his ass. Figured I'd never get another chance like that.
So there you go, got engaged, squeezed Bruce's ass and outed myself as female on SJ, all in one week.
http://www.sportsjournalists.com/forum/threads/63933/
A lot has happened since then. We moved in together in April. It got better and better. We began to talk about marriage and weddings and such. Then there were the Springsteen shows to go to. First, one in Detroit, then Milwaukee and finally the tour finale in Buffalo. An amazing three-pack if there ever was one.
But that was not to be the most exciting thing. We drove quickly across Canada last Friday to Niagara Falls and checked into the Embassy Suites Fallsview. It was pretty much the nicest hotel room I'd ever been in, complete with a gas fireplace and a jacuzzi tub all looking out floor-to-ceiling windows to the falls. We went down for the free drinks and figured out which table was going to be the best for the fireworks at 9 p.m. We talked to the manager about getting that best table. Then we went back up and got all dressed up and came down to dinner. Ordered an appetizer and some drinks and then ...
First there was a poem by a South American poet about the Earth moving to bring us together.
Then he dropped to one knee and asked for my hand in marriage as he slid the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen on my finger. I was crying and hyperventilating as I said, Oh my God, yes, yes. The other tables all applauded and a few minutes later, fireworks exploded over one of the great wonders of the world right in front of our eyes. If ever the Earth moved to bring anyone together, it was right at that moment. I knew I had done the right thing by waiting all my life for just the right Springsteen fan, er, love of my life, to propose. It was, as the man says, Magic in the Night.
Oh yeah, and at the Springsteen show two days later, as Bruce crowd-surfed right over us, I could not resist the urge to squeeze his ass. Figured I'd never get another chance like that.
So there you go, got engaged, squeezed Bruce's ass and outed myself as female on SJ, all in one week.