the big announcement

Last weekend I flew to Denver. Joe and I looked at houses and put an offer down on a townhouse. That is an anticlimatic description of a very stressful process we went through. Then we flew the VEGAS for a much-deserved vacation.

Our original plan for Friday night was to have dinner at the Brazilian Steak house in the Mirage- Samba. The week before we went, though, my sister reccommended Aureole in Mandalay Bay, and Joe knew better than to disagree with my change of heart. I wanted to go to Aureole, despite the fact that way back in 05, before we were dating, Joe flew out to Vegas during GAMA and we ate at Samba.

Practically the whole way to dinner in the cab, Joe was on the phone with the realtor. We made it to the restaurant, and he had to call the guy again, to confirm plans. This was our Special Dinner. I was pissed.

After dinner, it was decided we would go see the fountains in front of the Bellagio. Joe let me think it was my idea. I bitched and complained the whole walk over. My feet hurt, I'm tired. As we crossed the overpass, having almost made it, we could see the Fountains blasting. "Look! Aren't you excited?" he asked.

NO WAY, I complained. This has happened to me before. I've been to Vegas twice, and never seen the fountains. I just know they aren't going to go off again.

We finally made it to the area. We waited the 15 minutes for the show to start again and I started to feel better as we watched. After the show, Joe looked at me and told me there was another reason he wanted to go to the fountains-- and proceeded to ask cranky, whiny, jet-lagged me to marry him. I said yes!

HotCop and Joe conspired to pick a ring for me, because Joe and I hadn't ever talked about settings or antyhing. HotCop and I had, though. Endlessly! Here is a pretty good picture of it, although you can't really see what it looks like. Beware the look of a hungry girl eating salsa.

Here is one of two pictures we have together from the trip. The other is one of those damn souvenir pictures they charge you an arm and a leg for. This is outside the theatre where we saw LOVE-- the Cirque du Soleil show with Beatles music.