I usually email all of my columns to Adriana but this one needs to stay under wraps for a little bit. This isn’t an April Fool’s Day joke so prepare yourselves. About a month ago I put a down payment on an engagement ring. Adriana has a different taste when it comes to jewelry. She likes rose gold and doesn’t like big, fat diamonds on her rings. I know this because she told me once, and my wallet doesn’t mind it.
Back to a month ago, Mr. Crompton, my friends Marc, Daniel and Martin went to a jeweler in Pocatello. I left with no ring, but about $200 less in my bank account. The ring I got had to be custom made from scratch in a store somewhere else. Adriana’s finger is also a 4.5 which is tiny apparently; so tiny that it took them a good six weeks to perfect it and ship it back here. I finally have the ring in my possession, but I have no clue how to go about proposing. I was going to do it on my birthday, March 10, but since she has such a different taste and delicate little fingers, that didn’t work. So now I’m back to the brainstorming phase.
I get sidetracked easily but believe me, this story will make full circle.
During my college years I had plenty of unique experiences. One that comes to my memory the quickest is being interrogated in the attempt to burn down the Student Union Building on campus at Idaho State. It was my friend Ninad, Marc and myself. We were just getting ready to go to the movies when we decided to watch the end of a college basketball game. North Carolina won. We went and got our tickets, which were free for students, when the fire alarm went off. We were all ushered outside when the manager of the theater said it wasn’t a drill and it was shut down for the night. Not a day later I go to work and find out that there were cameras next to the room we were watching the basketball game in. It also just so happened that the bathroom right next to us was where the fire started. Of course the camera didn’t show the bathroom so they had no way to tell if we went in or not, but they do know we were one of the only groups to go by that bathroom before the fire started.
Later on in the week I had the pleasure to talk with an investigator of the incident. He sat me down in a room privately with him and started firing questions at me. I did my best to give him my truthful answers, but all I could help with was that there were a lot of high schoolers running around that night. They later told my friends and I that we weren’t being viewed as suspects and they found the culprits.
A similar incident happened the day I put the down payment on the engagement ring. We left the store, went to a bakery, grabbed a slice or two of bread and went home. An hour or two later news pops up that the jewelery store we just left was robbed. Luckily, they caught the criminals in the act or they would have been on to us in the blink of an eye. Sometimes I find myself in the wrong place at the wrong time, albeit sometimes that’s because I am the reason for it. That’s a different story for a different time though.
One of the luckiest things that has ever happened to me was meeting Adriana. It definitely wasn’t the love story that most people read about, but I can guarantee you it was one of the most entertaining ones. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t want ordinary.
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