Bad Yogi Engagement Part II

Bad Yogi Engagement Part II

If you haven’t already, make sure you read Part I right here! Now, the moment we’ve all been waiting for… *** As soon as we get there, we start taking yoga pictures and he takes a few before stopping me and says, “We should get a picture of the two of us but I’m afraid someone’s gonna run off with my camera, haha.” This was great because literally 6 feet away from us was a legit photographer taking pictures of random stuff with a camera even nicer than ours and I was like, “You should ask that guy– he looks like he knows what he’s doing!” So he gives “that guy” (his name was Vlad but of course, I didn’t know that yet) his camera and he was super nice about it, taking a bunch of pictures of us just standing there together. We eventually thank him and walk away a little bit, snap a few more yoga pictures until Adrien says he wants to take a selfie with his big-ass camera! It’s the DSLR that we film with and it’s quite heavy and cumbersome to maneuver, even with two hands let alone one. I was like, “that’s a terrible idea– the pictures the other guy took look fine!” Adrien walked us DIRECTLY in front of Vlad’s lens to take this ridiculous selfie and I was just thinking “oh my god… *facepalm*… we’re right in his way…” Of course, Vlad saw Adrien struggling with his camera and offered to take more, which I started feeling bad about because he was clearly working on something else. Vlad was pretty into...
The Bad Yogi Engagement Part I

The Bad Yogi Engagement Part I

If you saw my Facebook post from a couple days ago, you probably know that the Frenchman and I are engaged! It was seriously the most ridiculous, crazy, insane, emotional experience of my life and I’m still waiting to wake up. Since I know I love nosy details about everyone else’s life, I wanted to share exactly how it all went down 😉 *** It was 8:30am early on Friday when he looked at me over breakfast and goes, “We should totally do a photo shoot today in Time Square before we leave NY, right?” (Lie #1*). It was cold and a little overcast and I have an unreasonable aversion to putting my bare hands on a dirty public street, but I knew it’d turn out super cool, so I very hesitantly agreed and secretly hoped something else would come up. He hardly ate breakfast and kept checking his phone while acting SUPER anxious. I asked him what was up and he said he was just nervous about flying home… he doesn’t love flying, so I didn’t think much of it. Plus, I thought he was trying to coordinate a surprise dinner or something, since it’s totally not unusual for him to do something like that. He told me he had to step out to call his mom (Lie #2*) and said it might be a while, so he suggested I go shopping across the street after I was done eating. I was happy to have some down time since we’d been running all over Manhattan doing as much stuff as possible for the past 6 days, so I...