Going to the Chapel

Well, after five years of dating, Ciaran and I are engaged! Ciaran and I first met when we were young (ish) and were traveling the world not looking for commitments. But when we found each other our lives definitely changed for the better!

We have seen many cities in many countries and have gone on countless adventures together. When we decided to take a trip to New Orleans before our Caribbean cruise I didn’t think anything of it because we always take a Christmas trip. We live together, and have for over 4 and a half years so not much gets past me in our apartment as I am the one who does the majority of the cleaning (I’ll give him a .5% on his cleaning duties) and I know where EVERYTHING is at all times.  So to find out later, after the proposal, that he had the ring in our apartment was a bit of a shock to me.

Here is our magical proposal story that Ciaran sent to our friends and family…

The day began with a sleep-in and rose with feeling a little sluggish after downing way too many Hurricanes on Bourbon St the night before. We started our day with a wander through the French Quarter, lunch at the delightful Royal Oyster Bar (weird for a vego and for a girl who doesn’t eat seafood, but oddly good food!) and most of the afternoon was taken up with a Mississippi River cruise on the Steamboat Natchez. Later in the evening we had dinner in a private booth at the Galvez restaurant overlooking the river, after which we were picked up by a horse drawn carriage outside Jackson Square.

The night culminated with a stroll along the river banks to an empty gazebo set between the Steamboat Natchez and the illuminated Crescent City Bridge. Ciaran put on some music, filled my glass with Champagne, dropped to one knee and asked me to marry him. I, of course, said yes! He then endowed my finger with the ring he had spent months picking out and we safely negotiated our way into the next stage of our lives.

After the proposal (and an elated phone call to Father Eagal and Mother Mahoney), we walked hand-in-hand to Frenchman St to indulge in the sounds of New Orleans’ finest bebop musicians, before finally retiring to our Jacuzzi suite at the Hilton St Charles.

It was truly a magical night that will never be forgotten.


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