|This is the last picture taken of me prior to Tod's proposal. Lovely, I know.|
And you know me, so you know I took lots and lots of cheesy photos! I thought you might like to see some of them, so here you go, in no particular order. And I'll try to minimize the commentary.
Here's the obligatory aerial view. Taking pictures like this always reminds me of my dad; he used to whip out his fancy camera during takeoff and landing to take photos like this.
And here's big city Tod, who is positively glowing with the pride of having just successfully proposed to his girlfriend of eight years.
We celebrated our engagement with a pitcher of PBR and an amazing meal at The Meatball Shop. It was perfect. And now we want to open one of these in Charleston. A place like this would kill it here.
Eating a bagel made in Brooklyn was on our list of things to do (along with hitting Mood Fabrics of Project Runway fame, which we also did). Bagels made in Brooklyn are delicious.
We spotted the Brooklyn Bridge while visiting some friends.
And we strolled the Brooklyn Heights Promenade and took in the scenery, which included a beautiful 3-week-old baby . . .
We walked past the filming of something. Who knows what?
Hold up, let's take a look at that beautiful 3-week-old baby again . . .
See, I told you we watched Ty Pennington try on clothes. Hilarious. (He's in the corner of the left photo, and no, he's not very modest about displaying his upper body. We saw more of Ty Pennington than was necessary to be completely honest. And I took these photos rather surreptitiously if I do say so myself. I acted like I was taking pictures of random things for sale and then I just happened to catch him in the background. I've tried to crop out the random things for your Ty Pennington viewing pleasure.)
I love this photo. So much.
But not as much as I love this man. Oh, did you just throw up in your mouth a little? Sorry. I just got engaged. You'll have to forgive me.
I hand Tod the camera and it most often comes back with pictures like this. He thinks they're artistic. Sometimes they are. Sometimes they're not. But I like this one because it captures my friend Emily perfectly, I think.
We ate brunch at a place called Peels. It was delicious. And I want to decorate my kitchen like the restaurant: honey pine with lots of slate gray and grass green, and a few bursts of sunshine yellow here and there.
Why yes, you are looking at $20 worth of mimosas.
See, doesn't this look delicious? Who can resist a biscuit with scrambled eggs, muenster cheese, and avocado? I cannot.
Tod had the shrimp and grits. I know, you're not supposed to take sand to the beach. But it's always fun to get another take on something, and Peels' shrimp and grits includes a fried egg on top and plenty of chorizo. So it wasn't exactly like taking sand to the beach.
We checked out a gigantic restaurant supply shop. Look at Tod's face; can you say kid in a candy shop?
We also checked out The High Line, which is a public park built on an old, elevated, freight rail line on the city's West Side. Very cool.
After wandering along The High Line, we met Tod's cousin for drinks at The Standard Hotel's beer garden, which is amazing.
We could not resist the photo booth. I mean, come on? Can you blame us?
We gathered with old friends for a marriage celebration!
And we enjoyed music in Washington Square Park on Sunday morning before having brunch at The Dutch.
Now don't you think every blog post should end with a picture of fried chicken? Yeah, I'll see what I can do about that.