So, I after thinking about it for sometime I decided to go for it. I was trying to figure out how to go about it and considered quite elaborate schemes. I was going to write and recite an epic and incredibly profound speech touching on the nature of life, love, the universe, and such too.
I scoured the near and far to find a unique ring and had one custom made by a guy next to corn field in a far away state and had it shipped in a generic non-descript box to avoid detection. I practiced and refined the art of presenting the ring all the while scouting potential venues.
But after all that it happened when it was just the 2 of us on a hill ~5000 ft up, overlooking SoCal when the mood just seemed right. After a long winded impromptu speech about love, us, and such I popped the question and she said "yes" as I presented the ring.
Only thing you guys forgot to mention is that you spend the next 3-4 hours answering calls, texts, and emails.
Well... yeah, if you tell anyone.
Personally, if I ever decide to get married again (and assuming that none of my friends shoot me in the head as I've had them promise to do in that event), I don't plan to tell anyone. Marriage is a contract between two people, after all. Let the rest of the world figure it out for themselves.
My dream wedding would start with my bride and I going to Brooklyn, because any excuse to eat Brooklyn pizza is a good one. Or maybe Queens. We could fly under LGA's bravo and land on the river, up by Long Island Sound. Romantic, huh? And the spot I'm thinking of is within walking distance of a couple of decent pizzerias if we take the shortcut through the scrap yard. The dogs won't be a problem. They know me.
But then again... Okay, Brooklyn. I like Lenny's pizza better.
So we'll land on the river, pay some kid twenty bucks to make sure no one steals the hubcaps off the bird, and take a bus and three subway trains to Brooklyn. We get off at Court Street (because that's where the night court is) and look for a judge and a wino. They both tend to hang out at night court, so that should be easy.
I pay the wino ten bucks to be a witness and the judge whatever the going rate is to be a judge, get the wedding thing over with, and then take the R train to Prospect Avenue and walk a few blocks to Lenny's Pizzeria. We order a large pizza with extra cheese, sausage, green peppers, and onions, and a 1.5 liter bottle of Bolla Bardolino. Hey, it's our wedding night. Nothing but the best.
Once we're done eating and drinking, we stagger to the Ninth Street YMCA for the honeymoon. Hey, no one ever accused me of being cheap. Not in the past hour, at least. Besides, they have a pool and a gym there. I also hear that they replaced the mattresses in 1996, and the sheets a couple of months ago. What more could you ask?
Now, your plans may be a bit different. After all, not everyone has my flair for planning nor my romantic streak. That's okay. I didn't have them either when I was younger. They're sort of acquired. So don't worry, and don't feel like you have to match my plan. Whatever you come up with will be fine, I'm sure.
That's about all I have to say. It's getting late and it's time to hit the rack. Oh, except for one more thing: Congratulations, and best wishes for a lifetime of love, happiness, and blessings.
-Rich