Yesterday’s luncheon to put our heads together to plan Jane’s daughter’s wedding turned into a complete nightmare! Originally we planned to meet at Jane’s house for lunch, but Tarzan told Jane he wanted to help out by having all of our girls over to his house instead. He wanted to cook lunch for our bunch so we could focus on putting this wedding together since we have all of five whole weeks to do so. The wedding will be on Saturday June 25th, 2016.
Jane was thrilled, and we were too because Tarzan is a stellar cook! When we arrived at his house we were quickly greeted by paper wedding bells on the front door, and when we went inside the theme was perfectly clear. This lunch was wedding themed from the appetizers right on through to the dessert.
We were each given a glass of Sangria, and led to a beautiful dinning room table complete with a beautiful flower arrangement. We were served scallops wrapped in bacon (screw the full length mirror!), then we were served grilled fish with Saffron rice, and a beautiful spinach & Feta cheese salad. All of us were gushing over Tarzan’s delicious food. We joked that we were annoyed with Jane for making him where clothes to serve our lunch. We all know that Tarzan is predominately a nudist. Jane joked back that she would share his cooking, but not anything more.
We were throwing the wedding details together like absolute pro’s, and then came the dessert. A miniature two layer wedding cake, with a tiny cupid sporting an engagement ring on the tip of it’s arrow, and a sign around it’s neck that read “Jane will you marry me?” As the rest of our group sat wide eyed mouths opened, Tarzan had knelt next to Jane’s chair I looked up at Jane’s face as the words “no” came out of her mouth in what seemed like slow motion. I froze.
Tarzan in complete shock stood up, and said” no? ” Tarzan ran behind her completely in shock while the rest of us looked at each other in complete disbelief over what we had just witnessed. I don’t think in the history of time our little Sangria filled group had ever sobered up so quickly. Jane pulled out of Tarzan’s driveway in record time. He walked back into the house looked at all of us, grabbed his keys, got into his car and left.
We tried repeatedly to call Jane. She wouldn’t pick up, so I texted her and told her Tarzan left too right after she did. Jane texted back that he was not with her, and that she was okay. Then she asked us to give her some space. So we all cleaned up our lunch. We put the cake back into the refrigerator (no we didn’t eat it but there was some discussion about that too), but mostly we were all still stunned. We left Tarzan a note saying thank you, and sorry. Then we locked up, and left.
I tried calling Jane several times today between my jobs. I guess I’m just going to have to give her some space.