Remember I said I thought Deb wanted to avoid a public spectacle? The next day, Deb and I went to Gunther Toody's, one of those cheesy 1950's-style diners, for my birthday lunch before she had to go to work. She flashed the ring to the waitress, who then promptly told the other waiters and waitresses, and the next thing you know we're wearing paper hats and they're singing to us.
Strangely enough, I don't remember Deb flashing the ring any more after that.
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