Sarah and I are finally takin' the plunge!
Here's the whole deal as told to the folks of gigposters.com:
"I was worried about how this would go over, because she's kinda made it known that I'm not exactly the romantic type, which I'll totally own up to.
The thing is, I've been told by several folks that since we've been together for 7 years, she'll be happy with the fact that I've FINALLY asked. So, we had dinner, which was totally kickass, by the way. From there, we decided to hit the Forks to check the fireworks, which I figured we'd up at, as long as we could brave the cold (it's a compartively mild 25º F (-5º C) out as opposed to the usual temp.). We puttered around until a quarter-to-twelve and joined the rest of the folks outside to ring in the new year. We did that, and then the fireworks went off. Right there, I bit the bullet and pulled the ring out of my ill-fitting suit jacket and said, "will ya marry me?" The look on her face was priceless.
Getting over the initial shock, she said yes.
Apparently, I did okay...more than okay, apparently. She said it was "very Winnipeg". Folks behind us and in front cheered us on.
The act of giving her the ring and asking was 95% "okay...here goes!" and 5% "what the f**k am I doing?!?"
I'm feeling pretty good right now, though."
Hey...happy new year, y'all!