It’s my favorite gallery in my favorite building in what is, arguably, my very favorite place to be on a Friday night: the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
I’m wearing my favorite outfit: a gold cowl neck top paired with my new pink silk harem pants, a pair of ridiculously obnoxious earrings, and, because it’s the art museum, a gold sequined-shrug.
Life comes with so few opportunities to wear sequins. One must make the most of them, don’t you think?
PIC is wearing considerably less gold, and not a single sequin, but when he takes my hand, suggests a visit to the room with the fountain and tells me he’d like to ask me a question, my heart skips the perennial beat.
The writer in me wants to stop here, to leave you all in suspense, but I’m sure you can guess what transpired next…
Just in case, though, I’ll give you a hint: it involved a ring, a question and an answer. And that answer was “yes.”
And, yes, before you ask, he got down on one knee and everything. More tomorrow, once I’ve stopped freaking out and regain my ability to write in complete sentences… 🙂