Having been at the bar for hours after the proposal was unnerving, Owen and I kept downing shots as if today was the last day for us to live. He would just not stop ordering more and more drinks.
If that wasn't enough, he also danced on the dance floor like a crazy teenager, it was actually funny enough for me to take videos and laugh. Well, that was until he dragged me on the dance floor so that I could dance with him.
Dear people, please understand when I say this I don't like having too many eyes on me. I barely even stomach the nerves when I'm in large board room meetings.
The only plot twist to all of this was that I wasn't drunk. All my drinks were non-alcoholic and were controlled by Lucy, who was our faithful bartender. Every time another bartender tried to step in and serve us, Lucy made sure to get rid of them without alarming Owen.
"Okay I think it's best we leave," Owen said as he suddenly began kissing my cheeks.
