Bells are ringing, hearts are singing

The big news around here is that Scott and I are getting hitched.

I know. Love conquers all, right?

We started talking about it a while ago and then agreed that it was what we wanted, totally democratic-like. We talked to all our families and told them what was going on, and for the last week-ish, we've been making it public.

Last night at Girls! Girls! Girls!, I announced it to the audience. Everyone was thrilled, as you can well imagine. What I didn't know is that Scott was planning to publicly ask me to marry him as part of the show, and I ruined it a little by pre-announcing it.

But in any case, Scott took off all his clothes except many pairs of boxer shorts, then wrote the words on his chest, "Will you marry me?" in electrical tape, then put a potted tulip plant in his boxers, then showed up on the stage to publicly ask me to be his bride.

As you can imagine, I was shocked. Stunned, really. Mostly because I already am his intended and he's mine. Also, because he wasn't wearing anything but boxer shorts.

It seems like whenever Scott wants to make some kind of big, public gesture, he immediately removes his clothes. Early in our relationship, he mooned me right in the middle of downtown Northampton - and then again nearly every time I saw him. He will moon almost anyone - I think as a sign of affection. Sometimes I'll see him get a particular glimmer in his eye and I have to say, in an I-mean-business sort of stage whisper, "Do not moon them." One time he tried his hand at stand-up and did strip stand-up. He wants to marry me and he strips down to his boxers and applies electrical tape to his chest?

Boy, is that guy a weirdo nutjob. But he's MY weirdo nutjob. I can't wait until we're hitched.