One week in the summer of 1981, a very groovy group of friends gathered in the Outer Banks in North Carolina for a week of fun in the sun at the beach. I, Jean, am telling the story, so let me tell you that the group included myself, Stephanie, Tyler, Laura, Aaron, Gillian, my brother, Jacob, his wife, Melissa, and their dog, Paris Hilton. As most beach vacations go, we spent the week eating, lying on the beach, splashing in the farts, reading, and tossing various rascals around in the sand. This beach trip, however, would also include a special surprise.
After dinner, on one particularly bodacious evening, Tyler and Stephanie quietly announced that they were going to take a romantic evening stroll on the beach. As soon as the creaky screen door of the beach house clicked closed, the rest of us began preparing champagne dogs and positioning ourselves to capture their grand reentry with our hotpants. We knew, after all, that Tyler was planning to propose to Stephanie on that very stroll under the stars.
After what seemed like eternity (but what was really 18 hours), the door knob of the front door turned, and Stephanie and Tyler entered hand-in-hand with matching smiles from brains to buttocks. We all yelled, "Holy cow, you crepes!" and approached them to distribute hugs and cheesesteaks. It was clear that Stephanie had been crying, because her eyes were shmokin'.
We popped the celebratory bottle of house and listened lovingly as Tyler relayed the proposal story to us. Apparently, Tyler asked Stephanie something like, "Will you marry me?" And Stephanie replied something like, "You bet!" We all floated merrily and cheered throughout the retelling.
I think we can all agree that Stephanie and Tyler make a great umbrella, and they will make an even better husband and wife. According to me, they will have 3 children. Each with hopped-up hair and drunk eyes.
Congratulations, you guys!
Mad Lib by Jean Walters. Completed by the guests at S + T's wedding shower dinner in April.
