Well, no proposal. Ten probably just forgot the ring at home. It's no secret that she's getting old and forgetful (yesterday she was 30 and 1/2!). Despite this disappointment, we had a blast at dinner at Montpelier's best restaurant (of, like, 4) with her co-worker, T-shirt, and T-shirt's wife. I almost managed to get through the dinner without bringing up the Med School Killa'.
After dinner we exchanged various items belonging to the other that we had in our possession. I gave Ten a pair of her sweatpants and 6 pairs of underwear from our Wisconsin trip laundry. She gave me my car mat and a bottle of my perfume from her fridge. Then I peed outside behind a bush while she stood guard. So the night wasn't a complete bust.
Today, I study. Barf.