"Also, I'm having a really great hair day."

Fantastic, stupendous, shiny, sparkling, somewhat exhausting, jam-packed, brilliant weekend.

The short of it: I got engaged.

The long: Doyce got in early Friday morning and came into work with me, was an absolute star helping my colleague and I finish our reorg of the library, after which we ducked out a little early and caught a 6pm showing of "300" at our local Queens movie theatre. I had to cover my eyes at some of the beheadings, but I thought it was a great movie, really stirring, and it made me want a refresher course on ancient history. It seems like some of those old Greek and Roman myths/histories would be really cool bedtime stories to tell. If you're keen on raising bloodthirsty tykes, that is.

After the movie, we had dinner with the roomie and his gal pal, went back to the apartment and tried to shoot each other, while half-watching "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," so I could give Doyce a little reference to all the quotes I keep throwing at him.

-You just keep thinkin', Butch. That's what you're good at.
-I have vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals.

Saturday we had a lazy morning and caught a matinee of "Avenue Q," where I pointed out to Doyce the tricks of seeing a Broadway show and not behaving like an out-of-towner. Trick #1: Don't line up outside the theatre. You have assigned seats, people. Everyone's getting in!

We did a little shopping, including some window shopping for jewelry, wherein a certain someone managed to throw me completely off the scent, and after returning home to revive our tired souls with chocolate and change into our dancing clothes, we went out for the anniversary of our first date to Swing 46, where, in a little corner of the dance floor while Double Down played "Fly Me to The Moon," Doyce knelt down and asked me to marry him. I cried, I shrieked, I shook, I said yes. (Of course.)

Sunday morning, we went up to my mom's where I shared the good news and a bottle of champagne, gave Doyce a tour of my hometown and my various places of work, called all my sisters and texted some friends, told the good news to a high school friend when she and her partner came over to visit with their baby, and then cracked open another bottle of champers with my brother and sister in law while they coached their daughter to say "Put me in your wedding."

All in all, a great weekend.