The original date that Rich and I had wanted for the wedding was August
9, 2003 (2^3, 3^2, 2003). Last summer, my friend Mark got married at
the Patrick Haley Mansion
in Joliet. He recommended it, and I started calling reception locations
around July just to check on availibility. I figured having a year ahead
of time was plenty of time to choose a reception site.
On Friday, July 12, 2002, I discovered that most sites in Chicago were
already completely booked. The Newberry
Library had two dates open, July 5 and July 12. The woman I spoke
to asked us to come on Saturday evening to see the location and to decide
if we wanted to book one of the remaining days. Rich and I went in the
morning (we had the L.A.T.E. ride
in the evening). We walked into the foyer of the Newberry and immediately
put a deposit down to reserve it. We figured July 12, 2003 was a good
of a date as any (2^2 + 3, 2^2*3, 2003). That evening, as we were passing
by on our bikes, we stopped in to see how everything would look when
it was decorated for a wedding. The events planning women informed us
that we had come just in time; three other couples had stopped by after
us to book the same date! We were very lucky, especially since we had
only decided to book something the previous day. Rich went back to New
Jersey after the bike ride.
At this point in time, Rich and I were not yet officially engaged,
but we had secured a location for our wedding. I figured a proposal
would happen in August in Maine when I would see Rich next. The weekend
after we booked our reception, I had Chris and Shelly's wedding reception
to go to in Milwaukee. Shelly emailed me that
week and asked if I could pick up her cousin Tom from the airport to
bring up to her reception. I said that I could.
At O'Hare that Saturday, I was waiting for Tom by the the arrivals
drive-through area. I call Shelly and ask her about Tom's flight. She
acted disconcerted and didn't say too much; I figured she was just stressed
out because it was the day of her reception. Moments later, Rich walked
out of the baggage claim area. He had bought a last minute flight on
United and conspired with Chris and
Shelly to surprise me. I couldn't stop asking "What are you doing
here?" We then went up to Milwaukee.
Rich had bought us tickets for Ravinia
that for Sunday night. We had dinner in Evanston at the Roxy Cafe and
a very nice time listening to the Chicago
Symphony Orchestra play Gershwin. After the concert, Rich took me
out onto the rocks at the Lakefill at Northwestern
and proposed. Admist the tears and hyperventilation, I said "Yes."