Weddingbee bios

Who I am: I'm a twenty-one year old web developer from southern California.  I'm quirky and neurotic and love to have a good time with close friends.  I'm one of the guys but I still enjoy getting pretty and going out with my girls.  

Who he is:  Mr. Mogwai is a thirty-one year old musician from San Diego, California.  He's scruffy and laid back but is secretly an uber nerd.  He loves to make up stupid nicknames for me (which is the origin of the name "Mogwai").  He keeps a cool head under pressure and even though he would vehemently deny it, he's secretly an optimist.  He kisses my forehead and can make me smile even when the world is crashing down around me.

Who we are: We have been together for nearly three years now.  We got engaged March 29, 2011 and we are now planning a nerdy punk rock wedding for June 2013.  We go to tons of shows (Mr. Mogwai has been active in the punk scene for over a decade), but we can have just as much fun staying at home watching Star Trek or playing Guitar Hero.  Despite our age difference, we agree on the issues that matter to us, political and religious.  Our strengths compliment the other's weaknesses, and no matter what we support each other in whatever we attempt.  He kisses my forehead and reminds me how much he loves me every chance he gets.  I can't wait to start our life together.

The series of events leading to Mr. Mogwai and I meeting were rather humorous. I'll tell you the story first, then fill you in on backstory that didn't come out until some time after we met.

Mr. Mogwai and I met in December 2008. I had just turned 19 and broken up with a boyfriend a few weeks earlier. Finals that quarter were especially strenuous so after my last one was over, I was ready to celebrate! I decided to go with a friend to a holiday party he was attending in Inglewood, CA (for you non-left-coasters, that is about 2 hours south of where I live). When my friend and I arrived at the party, we found that many of the guests were running late. There were a few people there already, and they were standing around playing Guitar Hero (Mr. Mogwai was one of them!). After introducing myself, I pulled out a bottle of Jägermeister (my favorite drink) and poured a few shots for myself. As the night went on, I began to eye Mr. Mogwai because I thought he was cute. Later while he was outside smoking, I asked some of the girls if he was available or not. No one could tell me, so I decided to wait and see if I could strike up a conversation with him and do some recon.

Unbeknownst to me, one of the girls I had asked about him decided to save me the trouble and went outside and told him I thought he was cute. He came in and asked me if I could spare a shot for him. I jumped on the opportunity and said, "Of course!" Fast forward a few hours, I was leaving the restroom and there he was waiting for me in the hallway. I thought he needed to use it so I tried to get out of his way, but he pulled me aside and kissed me. We flirted for the next few hours over a few more drinks. I wasn't driving home after drinking so I had planned on staying the night. His ride for the night left, so I drove him back to his car the next morning (45 minutes north to Reseda).

Things progressed pretty quickly from there, and we spent most of the next few weeks together (even though we lived 50 miles apart). On New Years Eve, he invited me to a party at his friend's house in San Diego. At midnight, we kissed and he whispered in my ear how excited he was to start the new year with me. We've been together ever since.

Our first photo together (at the infamous party).  I look so little!

Now for the backstory…

The afternoon of the party, Mr. Mogwai was at his friend's house (GM Ollie… More on that in another post) in the valley. GM Ollie was seeing the girl who was hosting the party. The two of them were going to attend the party together. However, when GM Ollie's roommate arrived to pick them up, she had his SO in tow. GM Ollie's SO picked a fight with him and he took off, leaving Mr. Mogwai standing there with the girls and no option but to attend the party. He later told me that he had been planning on staying in that night with GM Ollie. If he had, there would be no Mr. and Miss Mogwai. Thanks GM Ollie!

Okay, so I might have a tendency to be a little impatient sometimes. While I can contain my excitement for long periods of time when necessary, there are certainly times where I decide that I want something and do what is necessary to get it.

Let me preface this with the fact that shortly after our first anniversary, I was certain that he was indeed the man I wanted to marry. I didn't say anything to him for more than a year. About a year later, my mother's boyfriend proposed and we were thrown into the plans of her wedding. Somehow, we stumbled upon the topic of the ring my father had given her so many years earlier, and how she wanted me to have it. A few weeks later, she gave it to Chris and I.

At this point, we had been talking about marriage for awhile and knew it was something we both wanted, but weren't sure if the time was right. When I slipped the ring on my finger, it fit perfectly. I couldn't stop smiling. I looked at him and admitted that I didn't want to take it off. When he admitted that he didn't want me to either, we decided that we would announce our engagement and start planning our wedding.

So while I may have jumped the gun on this one, and I might wish I had been more patient so he could have come up with a surprise proposal, the end result was what we both want so badly: to spend the rest of our lives together. I can't help but wonder what he would have come up with on his own though... 

Am I the only one who assumed the close on their engagement?