As many of you might have already seen on Instagram, I became future Mrs. Bailey in mid-September! I’ve written out the entire ‘fiasco’ (you’ll understand why I call it fiasco as you read) for all of you to enjoy and relive the moment with me!
It was actually such prime timing when he proposed, and I say that lightly, because the week of, I had been honing on him extra hard, bugging to know every 2-3 hours when he was going to propose (Side note: Marriage had already been in the talks since July and I was told to prepare for fiancé-ing sometime in September).
The Build-Up: Almost all of Tyler’s best buds live in San Diego, so we drive down often. As far as I knew, it was just going to be another weekend celebrating another San Diegan’s birthday.
The Morning Of: “Did you have any idea Jess?!” – the first question asked by everyone. Well, I’d like to think I have a pretty strong intuitive gut; I pick up on small things very quickly when it comes to Ty. He was asking more questions than usual and was also not being as precise in his own answers when I asked what the plans were, who was going, etc. There was more to it but bottom line, some things just weren’t adding up. HOWEVER, I also didn’t want to get ahead of myself (something I do too often for my own liking) and expect a proposal either. All I did was remind myself how pissed I would be come 10pm when we’re driving back home to LA and I have a big fat nothing on my left ring finger. So I kept cool and tried not to think much into it.
Moments Leading Up To: We took a pit stop at IN-N-OUT and whilst eating my fries in the passenger seat, I was wondering why Ty had started driving again yet. I said, “You know, you can drive. I am capable of eating fries in a moving car…..” (it’s a running joke we have because I cannot drink liquids in a moving vehicle for the life of me, unless I have a straw). He just kept staring into space and saying nonsense like, “We have some time to kill, blahblah mumblemumble.” So I just sat there like, “You’re weird. But okay.”
About 9 fries later, he suddenly reaches down, pulls out this god-awful BANDANA, and says, “Put this on.” I am soo awkward so I immediately started making weird, nervous noises. I say ‘god-awful bandana’ because this is the same bandana I used on Ty for a surprise birthday, and he HATED it. All I did was snap, record, and make fun of him saying how much it must suck to be blindfolded; so I guess this was my payback. Also, if you’ve never been blindfolded, it really does suck. It is MUCH more fun being the one doing the blindfolding.
We drove for about 10 minutes before I was told to get out of the car. My first step out (in my 5” heels) was on gravely unpaved dirt. I heard waves crashing in the back and clearly you’d think by then I knew exactly what was happening, but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t 2% of me that thought, “I could also die right now – be pushed off a cliff and my remains scattered across this remote San Diego beach. And that’d be the end of Jess Throw it On. Who would take over my Instagram? Does anyone know my password to make a PSA about what happened?” (I know I sound crazy but I actually think of these things).
Anyway, let me tell you, walking on uneven ground/sandy rock cliffs in heels with a blindfold is NOT possible. He kept telling me to walk faster even though I physically couldn’t. I was tripping and loosing balance; Lord, it was a mess. I most definitely created a scene with all my screaming because a crowd of beach goers began to circle in (one of my friends told me later that when they were holding up their cameras and phones to record, other beach goers thought they were recording a whale sighting which also led to strangers gathering around the cliff Ty and I were standing on. HA!).
Ty resulted to fireman-carrying me for a bit before setting me down. I’m pretty sure everyone saw my bum multiple times. Once I was back on my feet, he took the blindfold off, said not look anywhere but straight. I was in shock. The view that was in front of me was breathtaking – almost to the point where I began tuning Tyler out because I was so focused on the scenery!
Okay, so we finally got settled and as he took my hands, well, theeennnnnn…. I blacked out. I honestly don’t remember one thing he said. I don’t even remember him asking for my hand in marriage and I most certainly don’t even remember saying ‘Yes’, but I know I did nod. Luckily, after I “said Yes”, an uproar of cheering brought me back to reality; it was the cheering of all my best friends who were recording and documenting that ENTIRE FIASCO *face palm*.
Photography by: Hunter Cole
Watch the short snippet one of my bridesmaids, Amanda, made. It’s almost a shame that the music is playing in the back because the footage of me screaming and yelling at Tyler was actually priceless.