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May 1, 2005

People come up to me all the time and ask me how I managed to con S into saying yes at that particular moment. Actually, it's mostly friends who want to know what happened. Even after a week's vacation, and plenty of time to practice, I don't know that I can do it romantic justice in literary form. For those of you to whom this is utterly uninteresting, sorry. I don't know if I could promise to leave out all talk of weddings, but trust me that when I write, it won't always be about making S Mrs. Shoe. Basically, as my parents have had a charge account at the Four Seasons restaurant here in New York--if you have the means, I highly recommend it--I managed to sneak into conversation a little white lie. That lie was that the restaurant had offered my father a bottle of champagne for his birthday. There was a bottle of champagne, oh yes, but it was not for dad. Nope. At the same time, I had Our Name is Mud design a plate for me with a ring on it and with the inscription asking if I could marry her. This was delivered to the Four Seasons that afternoon, with discussions with Lawrence, the maitre d', who assured me all would go smoothly, as long as I handled "the ring business". At dessert, out came the plate, laden with a chocolate goody, as I simultaneously dropped to one knee and pulled the ring out of my jacket pocket. I would leave it to S to share her reactions, but I don't think she's likely to share her innermosts here on the blog. But that's how you do it...if you're The Shoe.

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