I got engaged this past Friday to my boyfriend, (*fiancé*) Nick, who is the reason I’m here in the Hamptons in the first place. Growing up in Boston, I rarely ventured to the big apple and had never even been to the Hamptons until my first time visiting Nick early December, 2010. Between the Christmas lights around Southampton, the breath-taking beaches, adorable villages, and of course, meeting Nick’s amazingly fun, loving family made me fall in love with all things Hamptons. (If you can’t tell, I’m kind of obsessed with it here.) Anyway, I up and moved that May, (just in time for my first Hamptons summer!) and never looked back.
Friday, one of those beautiful beaches became the setting of our perfect engagement…after quite a crazy sequence of events. I have been known to send Nick on scavenger hunts to get his birthday presents in past years. Well, you know what they say about payback. The boy made me work for that bling, that’s for sure!
I got home Friday afternoon to find an envelope with clue #1 on our door saying to get my party dress on. Clue #2 stated to be ready (on time, not my strong suit) to set sail at 5:30.
About 15 outfit-changes later and no boyfriend in sight, I arrived solo at the dock to find not Nick, but his Captain Aunt Linda on-board, to hand me clue #3.
I was totally confused as I followed my next clue to the Wolffer wine stand, texting Nick that he had better be there (preferably with wine in hand.) After driving in Friday traffic to arrive at the overcrowded wine stand and parking what seemed like a mile away, I could have used something stronger than wine. Instead of Nick, two of my other favorite people approached me, Nick’s sister Danielle, and little Skye, clue in-hand.
I trudged back to my car and headed back out to face the traffic. Clue #4 sent me to our regular spot, Bobby Vans, where our favorite hostess handed me my next clue and sent me on my way.
I got back on the road, back to the bumper-to-bumper, and headed towards the back bar at the Driver’s Seat. (Finally, I thought: my chance for that much-needed drink!) But, by the time I got there, I was so excited to get my final clue that I rushed through the restaurant, not hesitating to ask all of the hostesses “do you have a clue???” (they were just a bit confused to say the least.) I finally found Rob (Nick’s mom’s boyfriend) at the bar, having drinks with some friends he had made over the course of the hour before my arrival. Lucky for me, he had already had enough drinks for the both of us, so I carried on.
After what I could only describe as a wild goose chase, I had finally gotten my last clue to head to Gin Lane, where the sea meets the land. Just as I drove towards the beach wondering where on earth to turn and park, I saw Nick’s cousin, Tyler, directing traffic. Thank goodness for this little one, I knew I was headed in the right direction, in more ways than one.
I kicked off my shoes and starting walking the beach when I finally heard Nick call my name. It was there, on Coopers Beach, with the sand between our toes, that we agreed to spend the rest of our lives together.
After a crazy few hours spent here, there, and everywhere, and a rush of emotions, I couldn’t wait another second to say yes. I am one lucky girl. I have the man of my dreams, the ring of my dreams, the job of my dreams, the best family in the world, and I finally got that much-needed glass of champagne…in the most beautiful place on earth.
Even better, my family surprised me from Boston and our two families got to celebrate together all weekend long.
And celebrate we did.
One Healthy Breakdown: One of the best weekends of all time, absolutely perfect in every way. He put a ring on it.