We went over to our friends Daniel and Kari's house to celebrate a low-key New Year's Eve with them. They served veggies and meat and cheese on a hot plate then chocolate fondue for dessert. We spent our night playing a card game called Phase10 and even watched a live telecast of the ball drop at Times Square when the clock stuck 12. We were drinking and having a fun time when we saw a collection of untouched absinthe bottles, which is a type of liquor that's known to be strong. Dan dared Jason to drink the whole mini-bottle, and of course, Jason did. Halfway through he stopped and looked like he was going to be sick. He didn't throw up, but I knew he was done for the night. We all took a small swig and DIED. Apparently, absinthe needs to be diluted with water before drinking, and Jason drank it pure. He said it felt like his esophagus was on fire.
So Dan pointed us to a room we can crash in and helped Jason to bed while I helped Kari clean up. When I got to the room Dan told me I didn't have to go to bed too if I still wanted to stay up and talk, but Jason gave me his puppy dog look so I told them I'd look after Jason and said good night.
Jason told me to get in bed and held out his arms, so I got in, turned the lights off and got into my usual fetal position, with Jason hugging me from behind. I remembered that during Christmas, when his mom asked me what we planned to do when my visa expires, he said "she can extend" so confidently, and I knew for a fact that I couldn't extend because 6 months is the max for my visa, so I kept thinking he knew something I didn't, that he had a plan. I knew it could be marriage, but it could also have been something at his job...maybe he was able to get me one, too. So Christmas night, I asked him again (for the nth time) what his plans were, and he said his usual reply, "I've got it under control, trust me" with that exasperating grin of his. So I said, "Will you at least tell me when New Year comes? I AM DYING HERE." After a long pause, he said yes and that was the end of it.
So back to bed, fetal position, Jason hugging me from behind. We were talking in whispers.
Jam: You owe me. What were you talking about last Christmas?
Jason: What do you mean?
Jam: What you told your mom about me extending?
Jason: Do you want to get married?
Jason: Do you want to get married?
Jam: Do you?!
Jason: I do.
Jam: Are you sure???
Jason: I am. I've been sure for a long time.
Jason: so...will you marry me?
Jam: Hell yeah! Yes! I've been sure for a long time, too!
Then Jason started explaining why he can't give me an expensive ring yet because he had to put money away for paying my adjustment of status process, but I just stopped him and hugged him tight and just told him I loved him. He said he was happy and I said I was, too. Then he kinda drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, I was eyes wide open, DYING TO GO ONLINE and tell someone, but the signal in the room was weak. I couldn't fall asleep. I was too happy and excited and I don't know...relieved that we wouldn't have to be apart for so long.
The next day, it was like nothing happened when we woke up. We agreed not to tell anyone until we told our families, and Dan and Kari were actually also in the middle of planning an August wedding, so we didn't want to steal their thunder while we were guests in their house.
We left, got into the car, I turned the radio on and started singing. It was like any normal day. In the middle of some highway I just blurted out OMG ARE WE REALLY GETTING MARRIED?! :P The other day when I woke up, I looked at him and yelped, OMG ARE YOU MY FIANCE?! Haha, it's funny. It doesn't seem real to me yet that everyday feels like an OMG kind of day, and it will be that way until it actually happens, I think. :)