Love at the Howl at the Moon Saloon

Picture this: A dark piano bar filled with laughter, singing and merriment. I'm dressed in old jeans and t-shirt and my favorite old Ked sneakers (this will be important later). My entourage this evening included my boyfriend and my best girlfriend. Sounds like a typical evening out on the town, right?

The three of us settled down to enjoy a few drinks and the mayhem that occurs at a piano bar, especially one appropriately named "Howl At The Moon." My boyfriend was unusually peppy that fateful evening and had even volunteered to do his best Rock Lobster imitation on stage. My girlfriend and I laughed at his antics, totally unaware of his ulterior motives.

Half way through a set of "Joy To The World" complete with a poor tipsy girl on stage making all kinds of quasi-obscene hand gestures with the hired talent, my boyfriend started acting all nervous and jerky. I soon learned the reason why. I was called up on stage under false pretenses; someone supposedly wanted to sing a song to me. Feeling all of the eyes in the house on me, I climbed up on stage and the embarrassment began.

After a series of questions about my love life and my current boyfriend, the pianist invited my boyfriend on stage to join me. He then proceeded to make my boyfriend take one of my sneakers (a rather old one, eek!) and then drink champagne from it. I could have absolutely died there on the spot. If that wasn't enough, my boyfriend then proceeded to ask me to marry him on bended knee in front of everyone. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that moment. I didn't have much time to think though because everyone started chanting "yes or no!"

Well, to end your wondering, I did agree to marry the nut. The bar served us champagne on the house and it was definitely a February evening to remember. We've been married 11 years now, thanks to one unforgettable night at the Howl At The Moon Saloon. There is one important thing I learned that evening- never go out without clean sneakers on!