Santa Monica. Right near the beach and the Third Street Promenade. (Key's under the mat.
I'd knock first.)
The engagement story
Drew popped the question on Christmas morning 2002, in their hotel in Philadelphia. They
were opening their gifts for each other, and when Beth got to the last box--a suspiciously
small, black velvet box--Drew had her pause, and he walked across the room and picked up an
apple. "In ancient Greek times, when a man found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of
his life with, he would toss her an apple. If the woman wanted to accept, she would catch
the apple," he said. "Are you ready?" With that, Drew tossed the apple, and Beth caught it.
("Thank god!" she says, laughing. "He threw it from pretty far away. The story could've
gone really awry here.") Lots of crying and hugging followed, which they'll spare you on
the details.
She loves:
Cooking, and eating Drew's cooking
Stevie Wonder and anything Motown
A good mani pedi
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy
Fiction writing
Spinning
Alton Brown
Extreme Makeovers
Reading
Pizza Friday nights
Drew
He loves:
Cooking
Mystery Science Theater 3000
Hiking
Excel spreadsheets
David Sedaris and Harry Shearer
Farmers' market
Grande nonfat no-whip mochas
Leisurely meals
The couch
A reuben, cut very lean--then lots of french fries
Beth