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Something Happy Happened, Part I

October 6, 2011

It was hard for me to figure out what to write after my last post about my sister. I couldn’t go right back in to home decor or a new recipe – it didn’t seem right – or appropriate. I decided to write about something happy that happened to me – something my sister was happy about, too.

ManFriend is no longer ManFriend.

He’s ManFiance.

ManFiance and I got engaged on September 2 while we were vacationing in Chicago. The week that followed was as blissful as ever, but then the tragic news about my sister had me abandoning those feelings of happiness completely. It’s hard to celebrate during a time of mourning, but I know my sister would want me to carry on… 

So here’s our happy engagement story:

We’re huge USF Bulls fans, so the trip to Chicago was mainly so we could watch them play Notre Dame (which USF WON!). The game was early Saturday morning, and ManFriend and I had dinner reservations at a restaurant called the Girl & the Goat that Friday evening.

We heard about this restaurant because we are big Top Chef fans, and season 4’s winner, Stephanie Izard, is the brains behind the restaurant. We also heard it was the hardest reservation to get in town – and that was no joke. We made our reservation ONE MONTH in advance and even still the only available time was 11:30 p.m. Ok, so a late dinner…

Our flight arrived around 8 p.m. and we had to take an hour-long train ride into the city. Now, let me preface this next part by saying both ManFriend and I are Florida natives, so we are not subway or train savvy by any means. Florida’s idea of “mass transportation” is a cruise, so bear with me.

Once we got off the train, we were underground, in jeans and sweatshirts even though it was 95 degrees that night (us Floridians assume the North is always cold), luggage in-tow and lost. We couldn’t figure out how to get out of the train tunnel thing! We decided to follow a lady who looked like she knew where she was going, but when she stopped to get on the next train, we finally asked her and she didn’t know what she was doing either. Grrrreatttt.

So we re-traced our steps and just walked. We didn’t know where we were going and we both were starting to panic/get angry at each other for not knowing where to go in a city we weren’t familiar with. I was hot, hungry, claustrophobic and kind of blaming ManFriend for all of this (don’t worry, he was blaming me just as much). After what seemed to be forever (which was like 10 minutes), we finally got back to where we started and realized the exit was to the right, not left.

Kewwllll.

Once we got out of the rat maze and had some fresh oxygen flowing through our lungs, we arrived at our hotel. We had just enough time to shower and change before heading out to our 11:30 reservation…

{This is Part I of our engagement story – it was getting a little wordy and I didn’t want you to go cross-eyed. Look out for Part II coming soon…}

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13 Comments leave one →
  1. Erica permalink
    October 7, 2011 5:51 pm

    perfect story and i know how it ends!!! good comeback btw!! love you!

  2. Johanna permalink
    October 7, 2011 2:21 pm

    Story starts off GREAT.. Can’t wait for part 2.. Love Ya

  3. Anonymous permalink
    October 6, 2011 6:03 pm

    rachel, I love reading your stories….even if they do remind me Les and I are not your age!

  4. steve permalink
    October 6, 2011 5:57 pm

    Glad to have you back!

  5. Anonymous permalink
    October 6, 2011 5:51 pm

    Oh how I’ve missed these!!!

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