Erin and Scott
How We Met
Scott and I met in June of 2014 in Chicago, IL. I was working at a nightclub and Scott was in town from New York to DJ at the club. He played at the club Saturday night and Sunday afternoon for a day party, and I blatantly ignored him both times. Not on purpose, I just didn’t have any reason to interact with him. On Sunday night after the club closed we ended up sitting at the same dinner table with a group of mutual friends. I continued to ignore Scott until
On Sunday night after the club closed we ended up sitting at the same dinner table with a group of mutual friends. I continued to ignore Scott until apporoximately 1am, when we were suddenly on the same team playing giant Jenga at a local dive bar.
Four hours later, we shared a cab home, and when he dropped me off at my apartment he asked if I wanted to get brunch the next day before his flight back to New York. I was about 6 Jameson shots deep, so I enthusiastically agreed. By this point, I was more than interested in him, but I had a really cute habit of agreeing to go on dates and then bailing an hour beforehand. By the time Monday morning rolled around and we were supposed to get brunch, I was miserably hungover (sorry mom) and made up some story about how I had training for work (sorry Scott). Well, apparently my evasiveness worked. We texted/called/face-timed non-stop for 3 months until Scott hopped on a plane after I jokingly told him to come hang out for the weekend. It was one of the best weekends of my life. From that point on, we were inseparable…except we were
By the time Monday morning rolled around and we were supposed to get brunch, I was miserably hungover (sorry mom) and made up some story about how I had training for work (sorry Scott). Well, apparently my evasiveness worked. We texted/called/face-timed non-stop for 3 months until Scott hopped on a plane after I jokingly told him to come hang out for the weekend. It was one of the best weekends of my life. From that point on, we were inseparable…except we were
It was one of the best weekends of my life. From that point on, we were inseparable…except we were phsyically separated by 794 miles. In the next year and a half, we racked up and used more frequent miles than we knew what to do with. (Just kidding,we knew exactly what to do with them.) Finally, finally in September 2015, I moved to New York, and our relationship has been an absolute dream ever since!
how they asked
I’d like to start this by saying each and every one of my friends is a LIAR. My mother and father? LIARS. The man I love, and live with, and plan to spend the rest of my life with? THE BIGGEST LIAR OF THEM ALL.
But…thank god for these heathens. For those of you who don’t know me, I am an incredible investigator. I can destroy a carefully crafted lie in less than 3 minutes. If I suspect you’re lying about something, and I want to know the truth, I will waste no time in asking you dozens of rapid-fire questions until you slip up, at which point I’ll stand up and shout, “AHA! JUST as I suspected!!”
Scott was booked to play a show on Saturday night in San Diego, and we decided I would join and we’d stay a few extra days to celebrate his birthday and relax with two of our friends who live there, Andrea and Clayton. Or SO. I. THOUGHT.
The moment our plane touched down is when the lies started flowing. Here are just a few of the outright lies that were told to me that weekend…
Andrea: We will meet you at Sunset Cliffs in an hour!
Mom: I’m sitting at home with your dad, just paying some bills. (in her defense, this is the only lie she told me. she just opted to turn off her phone to avoid all contact with me. see? she’s learned.)
Scott: Everything. Absolutely everything that came out of his mouth was a lie. I don’t know if I should even trust the “i love you’s” from that weekend.
Clayton: I’m wearing khakis to dinner tonight. <- favorite lie.
Sunday started out like any Sunday should. Scott and I got up early to go get birthday massages, and we went from there to brunch, where we planned our day. Clayton and Andrea wanted to pick us up from our hotel to spend the day with them, which we gladly accepted. Andrea and I chose to spend our afternoon at the pool, while Scott and Clayton went to go get a paycheck from some business guy (lie) and pick up a blazer for dinner that night, since Scott forgot his in NY (semi-lie.)
Andrea spent the entirety of our afternoon asking me question after question about when I thought Scott would propose. This continues to blow my mind, because if I were her I would have avoided this topic at all costs. Instead, we discussed it for nearly an hour. I will never trust her again. ;)
After Andrea was done lying to me, I went back to the hotel to shower and get ready for the night. Scott and I planned to meet Andrea and Clayton at Sunset Cliffs just before dinner to check out the views. We finished getting ready, hopped in an Uber and headed to the cliffs to meet our friends.
Ok… let me start by saying these cliffs were seriously dangerous. Like, a little slippery, super rocky, raised up extra high above the equally rocky ocean… basically everything that I generally try to avoid. We’re hanging by ourselves, looking at stuff, when Scott got super weird. So weird in fact, if we had been anywhere else, in any other scenario, I would have been pretty convinced that he was going to break up with me.
SO I PANICKED. As soon as I realized what was actually happening, I turned into a total psycho. I’m not even kidding. I asked to sit down. I practically shouted, “OKAY SHOULD WE SIT DOWN AND WAIT FOR CLAYTON AND ANDREA?” And Scott said, “No, we shouldn’t sit down.” And he was so solemn, and so serious that I immediately started bawling. “Whyyyyyyyy? Are you going to… to… to…” I didn’t have time to finish, because he was getting down on one knee and getting all sorts of marital on me.
Of course I said yes, and we hugged and I cried and cried. I think the first three things I got out of my mouth were “this is really dangerous,” and “thank you,” and “I’m sorry I can’t stop crying, I swear I’m happy!”
And THEN (its not even over) I notice a man with a professional-looking camera (aka anything other than an iphone) taking pictures of us. I tell Scott we have to go get his contact info because “he’s taking pictures of us!!!” Of course Scott was like “duh, I hired him.” So we took a few pics, went to dinner (where both sets of our parents were waiting to surprise me, cue a million more tears) and basically just had THE BEST NIGHT EVER.
And we lived happily ever after. :)