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"Three years ago today ...Rory called me at work; it was a Monday. &amp;amp;#8220;I got us a 7:00 reservation at Gramercy Tavern for Wednesday&amp;amp;#8221;&amp;amp;#8212;Halloween, our two-year date-iversary. This is going to sound bitchy, but I was a teeny bit annoyed. Gramercy Tavern is an amazing restaurant. Rory works at Food &amp;amp; Wine, so he often got us last-minute reservations at super-fancy restaurants. But 7 p.m. was totally weird. We usually eat dinner around 9 or 10! And if we had a 7 o&amp;amp;#8217;clock reservation, that meant I would have to rush home and walk the dog, rush to get ready, and the rush to get to the restaurant. Plus, we had all but ignored our one-year date-iversary, so I wasn&amp;amp;#8217;t sure why Rory had decided date-iversarys were a &amp;amp;#8220;thing&amp;amp;#8221; with us. Let me backtrack here and explain that Halloween has always been both of our most-favorite holiday. Rory and I met on Halloween in 2003. (See Exhibit A.) Exhibit A: Petra and I were Roxy and Velma from Chicago. Marc&amp;amp;#8212;Petra&amp;amp;#8217;s now-husband&amp;amp;#8212;wanted to hook up with Petra, so he brought Rory&amp;amp;#8212;a college friend&amp;amp;#8212;as his wingman to our annual Halloween party. Rory came dressed as a &amp;amp;#8217;70s tennis player, complete with short-short shorts. Rory and I went on one bad date after Halloween 2003, and didn&amp;amp;#8217;t speak again. But meanwhile, Petra and Marc started officially dating, and every time Petra saw Rory, she would say, &amp;amp;#8220;I really think you should go out with Rory again.&amp;amp;#8221; After a series of bad (and downright horrible) guys, I invited Rory to our Halloween party in 2005. (See Exhibit B.) Exhibit B: Petra and I were PanAm stewardesses&amp;amp;#8212;with a fully functioning beverage cart. Rory was Santa Claus! And we&amp;amp;#8217;ve been together ever since. So we&amp;amp;#8217;ve always celebrated Halloween with a vengeance. Our date-iversary? Not so much. Which brings us to Halloween 2007, where I&amp;amp;#8217;m rushing to leave work to get to our 7 p.m. dinner reservation. (Halloween fell on a Wednesday that year. Our party was the previous Saturday. See Exhibit C.) Exhibit C: Rory is dressed as our local newscaster. He&amp;amp;#8217;s wearing a desk, which was attached to his costume&amp;amp;#8212;and no pants! I was a Rockette, along with Petra and our friend Yael. I snuck out of work at 5:30 and found myself on an insanely crowded subway train. Rory and I lived across the street from Tompkins Square Park at the time (see Exhibit D) and every costumed kid hopped up on sugar was on my train, trying to get to the Halloween party in the park. Exhibit D: Our 265-square-foot studio apartment was in the building at Point A. The costumed kids and I all got off at the same stop. I wove in and out of hundreds of tiny goblins and Doras and miniature flappers all the way to our apartment, then raced up the stairs, dumped my bag, and grabbed Bradley Wayne Pajama Brain, the dog&amp;amp;#8212;who was going to get a VERY short walk. I was supposed to be at the restaurant in less than an hour! So Bradley and I made our way downstairs, into a sea of costumed children. Bradley&amp;amp;#8217;s a 10-pound mostly Chihuahua mutt who doesn&amp;amp;#8217;t do well in crowds, so getting him to do his business in a park full of loud, costumed people was going to be a challenge. On the sidewalk near his usual tree, there was a person in a giant moose costume taking pictures with kids. I pulled Bradley in the opposite direction, knowing he would flip out on anything remotely animal-like. But he wanted to go to his usual tree. And the moose started following us. Being followed by a costumed person in New York City on Halloween is pretty much par for the course, so I wasn&amp;amp;#8217;t alarmed. The moose would stop every few feet and take pictures with more children and I&amp;amp;#8217;d try to pull Bradley farther and farther away. Then the moose decided he was going to dance with me, so I said curtly, &amp;amp;#8220;Please, my dog doesn&amp;amp;#8217;t like strangers. Please leave us alone.&amp;amp;#8221; But the moose kept dancing as I kept pulling the dog. Then a carful of guys smoking a joint across the street started egging the moose on. &amp;amp;#8220;Go get her, moose-y. Shake it for her.&amp;amp;#8221; (I kid you not.) At that point, I was actually nervous. I turned and faced the moose straight on and said loudly, &amp;amp;#8220;Leave us alone!&amp;amp;#8221; Then the moose said, &amp;amp;#8220;Kim!&amp;amp;#8221; Which freaked me out even more. I totally didn&amp;amp;#8217;t recognize the voice, and I was pretty sure at that point I was about to fall into an elaborate kidnapping scheme. So I just about broke into a run in the opposite direction. But that&amp;amp;#8217;s when Bradley noticed the &amp;amp;#8220;animal&amp;amp;#8221; that was threatening me, and freaked out. He started pulling us toward the moose, barking and jumping, trying to scare him off. I 100 percent had tears in my eyes ... When the moose dropped down on one knee and pulled off his head. &amp;amp;#8220;Kim! It&amp;amp;#8217;s me! Will you marry me?&amp;amp;#8221; Rory (a very sweaty Rory!) yelled. &amp;amp;#8220;Why are you wearing a moose suit?&amp;amp;#8221; I asked. &amp;amp;#8220;Because they didn&amp;amp;#8217;t have a banana suit! Will you marry me?&amp;amp;#8221; Rory asked again, and then he pulled out a ring box, at which point Bradley recognized him, and pulled me over and tried to climb the moose suit in order to lick Rory&amp;amp;#8217;s face. &amp;amp;#8220;Will you marry me?&amp;amp;#8221; Rory asked, for the third time. And I (finally!) said, &amp;amp;#8220;Yes!&amp;amp;#8221; (See Exhibit E.) Exhibit E: Naturally Rory had a friend hiding in the bushes with a night-vision camera. As if the kidnapping-style proposal wasn&amp;amp;#8217;t scary enough! He put his moose head back on for the photo. The 7 p.m. dinner reservation was a trick to get me in the right place at the right time. Clearly it worked. Our real reservation (where we celebrated our engagement!) was at 9 p.m. the following night! It might not be the Proposal Story of every girl&amp;amp;#8217;s dreams&amp;amp;#8212;but it was perfect for me! 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