A text message. No, wait, THE text message. The one that changes the rest of our 2010 Las Vegas trip. In that exact moment, as Gracie strolled behind the hot Australian over to the bar, as we waited with baited breath to see what would happen next, her phone buzzed. Thinking that it was a text message from one of us asking her to provide details later, she pulled out her phone and her expression changed.
She quickly made a U-turn back our way and told us we were leaving. Wading through the crowd, getting randomly groped by some passing hyena, all of us were looking at each other perplexed by what had just happened. We could only think the worst. Did someone die? What other horrible thing had happened? We emerge from the smoke machines and booming beats, surround Gracie, and ask, “WHAT HAPPENED?”
She couldn’t speak. She turned her phone towards us. Expecting to read some horrible tragedy this is what we read: Hey Baby! Hope you are getting your party on in VEGAS! I just wanted to let you know I love you! P.S. I have the BIGGEST surprise for you tomorrow!
Yeah. Our reaction exactly. WHAAAAT? Uh, we don’t get it.
“Come on guys,” she says, “ don’t you know what this means?” Honestly we had no idea. For all the pictures we take in Vegas I wish at that moment someone would’ve whipped out their camera and caught the expressions on our faces. Here we are in Vegas, in the middle of the New York New York, dressed to the nines, cocktails in hand, hanging out around a slot machine surrounding our friend with looks of puzzlement; jaws dropped. It’s a shame there’s nothing to post on the net!
Finally someone finally says, “Um….that he loves you?”
“No. I mean yes. But that’s not the big part. The big part is I think he’s going to propose when we get home tomorrow!”
Whoa now, hold up, wait a minute girlfriend. For starters, a “surprise” could mean anything; maybe he’s going to surprise you by picking you up from the airport, maybe he covered your house in flowers because you always chide him for not sending them to you, or maybe, just maybe, he did something he shouldn’t have and is now trying to plan something nice to make up/cover up/soften the blow. Not the nicest thought I know, but hey, it could be true. It could be a proposal, but it could be almost ANYTHING else!