Cigarettes and Wedding Bands

My head was in the clouds throughout the entire show. The band sounded great, the venue provided an intimate setting—and I had just proposed.

March of last year, I proposed to my girlfriend of seven years while in St. Augustine, Florida. My entire excuse to get her to St. Augustine was a "Band of Horses":http://www.bandofhorses.com/ show at a little cafe off the beach. It took all day to find the right moment and setting to ask her to marry me. Eventually, I asked after a beautiful dinner and before heading out to the show.

My head was in the clouds throughout the entire show. The band sounded great, the venue provided an intimate setting—and I had just proposed.

After the show, my fiancée was so excited that she wanted to share our good news with the band. She approached them and began to recount our evening. They were so gracious and friendly and genuinely seemed to enjoy hearing that they would forever be part of our engagement story. The entire band congratulated us and shook my hand.

I will never forget the sight of Ben Bridwell, a sweaty mess, sipping a beer, sitting on a parking curb looking up—and the sound of his creaking voice telling us, "Hey, good luck, you guys!"

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