Charles and Drake
How We Met
Drake and I met over five years on a Friday night out in Washington, DC. We immediately had a great connection – we drank; we danced; and, well, we forgot to exchange digits. Whoops! Weeks later on a sunny afternoon, I was walking down the street with a friend when we ran into a couple of familiar faces approaching from the opposite direction. Among the crowd was Drake – tall, handsome, and, unbeknownst to him, not getting away this time without exchanging information. Days later, we met up for our first date – drinks at a popular watering hole – and the rest is history. Since then, we’ve lived abroad, traveled the world, adopted a rescue pup, and had five years of unforgettable experiences … well, except his phone number. I can still never seem to remember that.
How He Asked
Living apart for the past year and a half, Drake and I quickly learned that long weekends are sacred. I had been assigned to Montreal for work, and Drake went to Cambridge, MA for law school, so we looked for any and every opportunity to be in the same city, let alone under the same roof. So when our five-year anniversary came around, I knew we needed to step it up a notch.
I planned a weekend getaway to the Chateau Frontenac in Québec City – an impressive, castle-like hotel perched on the top of the charming, cobble-stoned city. We spent the morning exploring the town, drinking wine, and basking in the spring sun. In the late afternoon, I set up a picnic on the hillside overlooking the cityscape with champagne, cheese, and the dog, of course. Drake probably knew something was up when I whipped out a fancy camera and tripod – which I never used and still had the price tags on it – but I chalked it up as a ‘family photo’ to celebrate five years. With the camera on a timer and continuously capturing photos, Drake and I smiled for a pic – the two of us, finally in the same place, celebrating five years of adventures. Al, our dog, jumped in the photo with us – wearing his doggie bowtie (as one does). What Drake didn’t realize was that tied into the bow was a ring. With the camera still clicking away and the dog being uncharacteristically well-behaved, I got down on one knee.