I've sort of been ruined by Laurie's proposal to Amy in Little Women.

I was ruined by Lord Peter's proposal to Harriet. Anyone who proposed with "Placetne magistra?" would probably get an immediate yes, or rather "Placet." Bonus points if punting on the Thames is involved.

Our proposal story: Hec sent me the highlights of a lengthy IM exchange he'd had with amych the previous weekend. Then I burst into tears and mentally tortured myself and him for three weeks before saying yes.

Good times, good times.

I so want to get him in a ring and punch him in the face.

Why do you need a ring?

Marriage proposals and face-punches: no ring necessary!

She also created Big Drama at my wedding as well, by showing up in a white lace dress.

My sister showed up at our brother's wedding in a white dress. Her response, "I know I'm not supposed to wear white at a wedding but I love this dress and I look good in it and no one's going to stop me."

1) My sister is very big on appearances, but she is also extremely self-centered.

2) The dress, in fact, decidedly did NOT look good on her.

2) The dress, in fact, decidedly did NOT look good on her.

That makes it all worthwhile.

Aww, JZ! I'd thwap him over the head for you backchannel it all again a million times over, but I hated the weeks of mental torture part for both of you!

My friend *begged* me to wear red at her wedding. She said I was the only person she knew attending who would, and wanted to scandalize some distant relatives, and distract from her mom's creepy boyfriend and crazy future SIL. I performed admirably. Though I am truly not a scandalous person and it wasn't a terribly conservative crowd.

I'd guess brother getting formally engaged probably involved him being called a dumbshit and him farting and blaming it on her. Because, even if it isn't true, it would be so...them.

I proposed to Wallybee at sunrise in front of Ayers Rock. Didn't have the ring, I wanted us to choose it together. Now I'm thinking I missed an opportunity. "See that rock over there? Yours will not be as big."

2) The dress, in fact, decidedly did NOT look good on her.

BWAH!!

That was the funny thing about my sister-in-law. She came in, fully expecting me to twig about her wearing the white dress-- I could've cared less. But she kept following me around, asking, "Are you sure it's okay? Seriously. I could change. Are you sure it's okay?"

I was totally Zen about it, but my sister, who was actually the nervous wreck, finally turned to her and said, "Only reason you keep asking is because you know it's not okay—now that we're all painfully aware of it, do us all a favor and shut the fuck up about it."

Worst wedding story--I have told it here before, but will repeat it because it just BOGGLES me. A friend's dad showed up drunk to her wedding with a woman (also drunk) he had picked up at a bar the night before. Which we all knew, because he made sure to tell us all that fact. WTF?