Once upon a time, in a faraway land known as "Mie", a young lady was about to meet her Prince Charming. At a barbecue. After a few hiccups (she asked the Canadian prince what part of the States he was from, followed by sussing out his "preference" by asking him what team he jousted for), the two hit it off. He showed off his sense of humour (as he knew all women loved a man with one) by sharing a joke about ice-fishing and Canadian delicacies (read: moose dick) and as fate with have it, unbeknownst to prince, he had prepared what was the young lady's favourite food: potatoes.
Songs were sung by the fire and many a fine brews consumed. As the evening came to an end, the young lady knew she had to have more of those potatoes someday and was sad that she had to part with the prince.
"Perhaps you can come visit me in the grand city of Tokyo, my lady," said the prince. "Though my palace is a shoebox I would be honoured to put you up," he offered.
She was flattered and replied, "I will send word when I am free to visit." With that she jumped into her friend's car and went home to replay the conversations they had had together.
skip to the present
A lot of potatoes, laughter, tears and a voyage to the prince's native land later, our pair of not-so-star-crossed lovers are engaged to be married; left to live happily-ever-after.
On a more serious note, I'm totally freaking out about the engagement party coming up this Saturday. Forty-five guests to feed and entertain! I hope it turns out OK.