Camera Clean Out, Part 2

I found these pictures on my camera, too, which reminded me that I never did share about Day 2 of Engagement Weekend.

If you remember, Brad's ruse for getting me to be unsuspecting of the upcoming proposal was by leading me to think we were going to Wicked on Friday night (fake email from the theater, telling me our seats had been overbooked- remember the trickery?). Surprise! That wasn't true- we were really going on SATURDAY night.

So, Saturday night rolls around, and we get dressed up to head to Memphis. Mom asked to take a few pictures of us:

Mom was playing with the camera and caught us in the mirror. Then, we staged a pose and reshot this picture.


Mom's artistic side came out.

There was potential for a good picture here...but there's some major glare on Brad's glasses.

So, Brad tilted his glasses, which gave him this super weird look...and I look like Quasimodo.

I'm pretty sure I said something snarky about Brad's glasses-tilt, and that resulted in this face from Brad.

This is very appropos of our relationship. I promise we like each other.

This was our "we give up, but here's a picture of the ring" pose.

We headed off to Memphis; Brad had made us reservations at an INCREDIBLE restaurant in the Peabody Hotel, and we planned out enough time for us to see the famous Peabody ducks before dinner. I love ducks and was SUPER excited about seeing these particular ducks.

Our ride to Memphis was great; we talked through some wedding stuff and calendaring stuff and got to Memphis with plenty of time. While we were waiting for the ducks to make their appearances, Brad made a startling statement:

Brad: Oh no...I don't have the tickets.

Erin: Which tickets?

Brad: The Wicked tickets.

Erin: Stop that. It worked last night, but I'm on to you now.

Brad: I'm really sorry...I don't have them.

Erin: Seriously, quit.

Brad: Seriously, the tickets are in Jackson!

We went on like this for a few more minutes before I actually believed him and started to panic. He called his roommate, who was going to help us try to find a way to get the tickets. In the midst of all his business, the ducks made their appearance. Unfortunately, there were a lot of people in front of me, and this was the only picture I got:

Long story short: Brad's roommate decided to buy cheap nosebleed tickets- last minute- and drove our tickets to us. We got in the theater with 15 minutes to spare. Whew! We love Roommate. Here's a picture of us in front of the theater, post-show:

We had a GREAT time (once we got our tickets and got in, that is...)!

And here's a picture of my ring.