It’s official. Maddy and Jeff are engaged!
The story begins a few weeks ago when I first purchased the ring and stashed it behind my computer – a spot Maddy would never look (though she admitted to peeking into a few desk drawers to see if I was careless). Upon the advice of my friend Greg, a married man who was in my shoes about a year and half ago, I decided to pop the question in Fort Tryon Park, a gorgeous 67-acre ridge overlooking the George Washington Bridge and the Hudson that leads up to The Cloisters, a MET-operated museum of 16th century tapestries.
On Thursday I took the A train to 190th st and scouted a location. I walked the perimeter of the park, taking mental notes of enclaves that had benches and a clear view of the water. I was ready. I mentioned nonchalantly to Maddy that on Sunday neither of us had any plans and that perhaps we should check out this park because we are checking out apartments in the neighborhood and who doesn’t love medieval textiles?
I woke up Sunday morning knowing it would be the longest day of my life. My plan was to go for a jog with Maddy in the morning, get up to the park by noon, pop the question and then spend the rest of the day touring a few places that hold a lot of meaning to our relationship. I thought we’d visit the Yale Club (where we met at speed dating!) and the steps of the MET where, on one of our first few dates, I realized I found the girl of my dreams.
Maddy had other plans. We were up at 9 and jogging by about 9:30 but Maddy was talking about all the plans she had for the rest of the day: eggs over easy for breakfast, Trader Joe’s in the afternoon, apartment open houses in Washington Heights. I quietly agreed to everything. “Ah yes, Trader Joe’s would be great. Should you cook the tuna steak or tofu tacos for dinner? Hmm, either one is fine. There’s an apartment at 170th and Broadway for $280,000? Wonderful, let’s check it out!” And on and on while the whole time I’m thinking “this will all be over soon.”
We get back from running and Maddy makes breakfast while I eye the clock and pray it stops for a few hours so we’ll still have time to get the most from the day. Finally, Maddy was ready to go by about 12:30. I grabbed my murse (man+purse) that had the ring and some issues of Time Out. It was game time.
Of course the MTA had to suck that day and the A train made its last stop at 168th street where shuttle buses took us to the end of the line. Finally, we arrive at the park entrance and I pretend I’ve never set foot there before and try to guide Maddy to the hot spots. The first spot already had people standing around and a woman with two adorable dogs. We pet them. The time was not right. That’s fine, I thought, we’ll walk around a bit and when things are perfect, I’ll do it.
Things didn’t get perfect. Despite the MTA train issues, there were a lot of people in the park and a lot of foot traffic, even in more isolated paths. We walked on. Problem was, the further into seclusion we strolled, the more it smelled like urine and the less pristine the park became. We noticed a condom on the side of the walking path. “Well,” I smiled, “at least he used a condom, right?” We stumbled upon a set of benches that seemed nice and private but upon closer inspection, were littered with garbage, empty food containers and, ahem, a used personal lubricant package. Ugh! So we moved on and found a different set of benches. They were cleaner, kind of. I thought we might be getting somewhere. We sat down and I suggested we look through the Buenos Aires tour book to see what activities we could do. Meanwhile, as Maddy yapped and read the descriptions (one of a horseback riding adventure – I said absolutely not, we’ll break our necks like Christopher Reeve), I peered around, eyeing our flank and anticipating foot traffic.
There were people sitting next to us. They left, only to be replaced by some other people a minute later. Then a Parks pickup truck drove through. Then a group of children. Then I noticed that the ground was actually pretty dirty, with shards of broken glass in the soil at our feet. No way I’m kneeling in that, I thought. And that’s when two women sat next to us. One was missing an arm.
The main goal was to do this in a memorable, beautiful location, with few people around. As my heart thumped I realized this was like a first kiss, only a thousand times more nerve-wracking. Each minute that passed was one less minute I had to spare. I thought about how I first kissed Maddy. Oh yes, I was DRUNK! That was the only way I had the courage on that wonderful first night after the Yale Speed Dating event! I smacked myself for not taking a few shots before we left the apartment.
Time ticked on but the moment didn’t present itself. Maddy got bored and we walked onward. By this time, Maddy was pulling her typical routine: getting thirsty and hungry and antsy. She wanted pink lemonade iced tea and a snack. But she wanted to see some tapestries first. Once we leave the park, I reasoned, that’s it, there’s no coming back. “Let’s go to the museum,” she said and we walked up the hill. This would be my final chance. I peered back at the vista of the Hudson River and the green grass and paved walkways and stone fences… all of the possibilities, dashed out. I’m screwed, I thought.
I hadn’t been inside the Cloisters since a class trip in high school so I wasn’t sure what to expect. We were greeted by a moderate crowd of patrons. Just what I needed! More people to get in the way. We wandered around for a few minutes and I knew, based on the time we typically spend in museums (like the MET’s Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy special exhibition which we walked through in about 90 seconds flat), I had only a few minutes more to pull the trigger.
We came upon a glorious courtyard garden and I knew this was where it had to be. We strolled along the four edges and just as we were about to make our way back into the main museum, I said we should sit down a minute and hang out. That’s when I noticed no one was within earshot. I reached into my satchel and produced the blue velvet box and got down on one knee and… promptly started to well up. I blubbered: “Maddy, will you make me the happiest guy in the world for the rest of my life? Will you marry me?”
A bit of context: Normal people have nightmares about clowns or falling off roofs. Maddy has nightmares about getting an ugly engagement ring! She would wake up and say “oh my god, I had the worst dream about a ring with red stones…” So it was a relief she adored the setting and the sparkly 1.5 c Moissanite. Maddy loved the ring, except that it was a tad too small (it fit, but needed to be stretched by maybe .3mm).
The rest of the day was spent calling and texting family and friends, going home to get dressed for the night and looking at the ring and smiling uncontrollably. We didn’t have the time to hit our M&J hot spots so we just headed straight down to Tailor on Broome Street (C to Spring) for a few unique cocktails and a tasting of ‘solids’ – weird cubes of liquor-infused items like the Russian Rice Krispies shot and a cube of marshmallow something or other. Time Out wrote about this place last week. It was overrated and overpriced but not bad. We also happened to be the ONLY people there.
Then on to the achingly romantic West Village restaurant, One if by Land, Two if by Sea. I had made the reservation on Friday and said it was for our engagement and they had obviously taken note. When we walked in, past the pianist in the front, I said “table for two under Novich” and the hostess looked at her screen, looked at me, then turned to Maddy and said “let me see your hand.” She congratulated us, and escorted us to a table facing a lovely outdoor courtyard (yes, in the Village).
I could not understand about half the words on the prix fixe menu but our server was very helpful and explained what everything was. I said “why don’t they just put a word next to each item like ‘pasta’, ‘raw meat’, ‘mushrooms with dressing’, so poor suckers like me can understand what’s going on.” She said “I think the chefs get kinda bored over the years so they feel the need to use new words to describe simple things, like ‘sauce’.” Haha.
I felt like we were on Iron Chef and actually got to EAT the painstakingly prepared food. I got the porcini salad and their signature beef wellington (a steak inside a pastry, on the menu for 36 years). Maddy got the scallops and a chicken breast. Deserts were a peach dish and a chocolate soufflé. The courses were hands down the best *original* meal I’ve ever had. There were so many delicious flavors I hadn’t tasted before and every little bit of the meal was exquisite. It was apparent there was an incredible amount of care taken in the preparation of everything we consumed. Even the wines were great and wine mostly tastes the same to me.
We wrapped up about 3 hours later and headed back home where we went to a recently opened bar (Dive Bar - 106 st and Amsterdam) to meet up with a few friends. Maddy showed off her new ring and the bartender got us a round of shots.
Now onto the engagement party and a wedding…
The story begins a few weeks ago when I first purchased the ring and stashed it behind my computer – a spot Maddy would never look (though she admitted to peeking into a few desk drawers to see if I was careless). Upon the advice of my friend Greg, a married man who was in my shoes about a year and half ago, I decided to pop the question in Fort Tryon Park, a gorgeous 67-acre ridge overlooking the George Washington Bridge and the Hudson that leads up to The Cloisters, a MET-operated museum of 16th century tapestries.
On Thursday I took the A train to 190th st and scouted a location. I walked the perimeter of the park, taking mental notes of enclaves that had benches and a clear view of the water. I was ready. I mentioned nonchalantly to Maddy that on Sunday neither of us had any plans and that perhaps we should check out this park because we are checking out apartments in the neighborhood and who doesn’t love medieval textiles?
I woke up Sunday morning knowing it would be the longest day of my life. My plan was to go for a jog with Maddy in the morning, get up to the park by noon, pop the question and then spend the rest of the day touring a few places that hold a lot of meaning to our relationship. I thought we’d visit the Yale Club (where we met at speed dating!) and the steps of the MET where, on one of our first few dates, I realized I found the girl of my dreams.
Maddy had other plans. We were up at 9 and jogging by about 9:30 but Maddy was talking about all the plans she had for the rest of the day: eggs over easy for breakfast, Trader Joe’s in the afternoon, apartment open houses in Washington Heights. I quietly agreed to everything. “Ah yes, Trader Joe’s would be great. Should you cook the tuna steak or tofu tacos for dinner? Hmm, either one is fine. There’s an apartment at 170th and Broadway for $280,000? Wonderful, let’s check it out!” And on and on while the whole time I’m thinking “this will all be over soon.”
We get back from running and Maddy makes breakfast while I eye the clock and pray it stops for a few hours so we’ll still have time to get the most from the day. Finally, Maddy was ready to go by about 12:30. I grabbed my murse (man+purse) that had the ring and some issues of Time Out. It was game time.
Of course the MTA had to suck that day and the A train made its last stop at 168th street where shuttle buses took us to the end of the line. Finally, we arrive at the park entrance and I pretend I’ve never set foot there before and try to guide Maddy to the hot spots. The first spot already had people standing around and a woman with two adorable dogs. We pet them. The time was not right. That’s fine, I thought, we’ll walk around a bit and when things are perfect, I’ll do it.
Things didn’t get perfect. Despite the MTA train issues, there were a lot of people in the park and a lot of foot traffic, even in more isolated paths. We walked on. Problem was, the further into seclusion we strolled, the more it smelled like urine and the less pristine the park became. We noticed a condom on the side of the walking path. “Well,” I smiled, “at least he used a condom, right?” We stumbled upon a set of benches that seemed nice and private but upon closer inspection, were littered with garbage, empty food containers and, ahem, a used personal lubricant package. Ugh! So we moved on and found a different set of benches. They were cleaner, kind of. I thought we might be getting somewhere. We sat down and I suggested we look through the Buenos Aires tour book to see what activities we could do. Meanwhile, as Maddy yapped and read the descriptions (one of a horseback riding adventure – I said absolutely not, we’ll break our necks like Christopher Reeve), I peered around, eyeing our flank and anticipating foot traffic.
There were people sitting next to us. They left, only to be replaced by some other people a minute later. Then a Parks pickup truck drove through. Then a group of children. Then I noticed that the ground was actually pretty dirty, with shards of broken glass in the soil at our feet. No way I’m kneeling in that, I thought. And that’s when two women sat next to us. One was missing an arm.
The main goal was to do this in a memorable, beautiful location, with few people around. As my heart thumped I realized this was like a first kiss, only a thousand times more nerve-wracking. Each minute that passed was one less minute I had to spare. I thought about how I first kissed Maddy. Oh yes, I was DRUNK! That was the only way I had the courage on that wonderful first night after the Yale Speed Dating event! I smacked myself for not taking a few shots before we left the apartment.
Time ticked on but the moment didn’t present itself. Maddy got bored and we walked onward. By this time, Maddy was pulling her typical routine: getting thirsty and hungry and antsy. She wanted pink lemonade iced tea and a snack. But she wanted to see some tapestries first. Once we leave the park, I reasoned, that’s it, there’s no coming back. “Let’s go to the museum,” she said and we walked up the hill. This would be my final chance. I peered back at the vista of the Hudson River and the green grass and paved walkways and stone fences… all of the possibilities, dashed out. I’m screwed, I thought.
I hadn’t been inside the Cloisters since a class trip in high school so I wasn’t sure what to expect. We were greeted by a moderate crowd of patrons. Just what I needed! More people to get in the way. We wandered around for a few minutes and I knew, based on the time we typically spend in museums (like the MET’s Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy special exhibition which we walked through in about 90 seconds flat), I had only a few minutes more to pull the trigger.
We came upon a glorious courtyard garden and I knew this was where it had to be. We strolled along the four edges and just as we were about to make our way back into the main museum, I said we should sit down a minute and hang out. That’s when I noticed no one was within earshot. I reached into my satchel and produced the blue velvet box and got down on one knee and… promptly started to well up. I blubbered: “Maddy, will you make me the happiest guy in the world for the rest of my life? Will you marry me?”
A bit of context: Normal people have nightmares about clowns or falling off roofs. Maddy has nightmares about getting an ugly engagement ring! She would wake up and say “oh my god, I had the worst dream about a ring with red stones…” So it was a relief she adored the setting and the sparkly 1.5 c Moissanite. Maddy loved the ring, except that it was a tad too small (it fit, but needed to be stretched by maybe .3mm).
The rest of the day was spent calling and texting family and friends, going home to get dressed for the night and looking at the ring and smiling uncontrollably. We didn’t have the time to hit our M&J hot spots so we just headed straight down to Tailor on Broome Street (C to Spring) for a few unique cocktails and a tasting of ‘solids’ – weird cubes of liquor-infused items like the Russian Rice Krispies shot and a cube of marshmallow something or other. Time Out wrote about this place last week. It was overrated and overpriced but not bad. We also happened to be the ONLY people there.
Then on to the achingly romantic West Village restaurant, One if by Land, Two if by Sea. I had made the reservation on Friday and said it was for our engagement and they had obviously taken note. When we walked in, past the pianist in the front, I said “table for two under Novich” and the hostess looked at her screen, looked at me, then turned to Maddy and said “let me see your hand.” She congratulated us, and escorted us to a table facing a lovely outdoor courtyard (yes, in the Village).
I could not understand about half the words on the prix fixe menu but our server was very helpful and explained what everything was. I said “why don’t they just put a word next to each item like ‘pasta’, ‘raw meat’, ‘mushrooms with dressing’, so poor suckers like me can understand what’s going on.” She said “I think the chefs get kinda bored over the years so they feel the need to use new words to describe simple things, like ‘sauce’.” Haha.
I felt like we were on Iron Chef and actually got to EAT the painstakingly prepared food. I got the porcini salad and their signature beef wellington (a steak inside a pastry, on the menu for 36 years). Maddy got the scallops and a chicken breast. Deserts were a peach dish and a chocolate soufflé. The courses were hands down the best *original* meal I’ve ever had. There were so many delicious flavors I hadn’t tasted before and every little bit of the meal was exquisite. It was apparent there was an incredible amount of care taken in the preparation of everything we consumed. Even the wines were great and wine mostly tastes the same to me.
We wrapped up about 3 hours later and headed back home where we went to a recently opened bar (Dive Bar - 106 st and Amsterdam) to meet up with a few friends. Maddy showed off her new ring and the bartender got us a round of shots.
Now onto the engagement party and a wedding…
1 comment:
Jeff - I know you think you did all the hard work, but Maddy had to elbow all those other ladies out of the way to catch the bouquet at Benny and I's wedding, which you know is what REALLY brought about this happy news!
Congratulations!!!
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