To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. While Daniel had a
been a bit elusive about our weekend trip to LA, I thought maybe he had a surprise
like camping or, even better, a spa day up his sleeve. But a marriage proposal
was not on my list of guesses.
After we arrived at LAX and were waiting for our luggage, I noticed that Daniel
had a safety pin attached to his backpack. When I asked what the pin was for
Daniel smoothly responded with, "Well, hey, you never know...". And
at that point I didn't have a clue. On our drive to Mullholland Drive, we were
goofing around like usual, singing along to a silly cd of early 80's tunes that
Daniel had made. When he pulled off at Fryman Canyon, I was amazed that he found
the way to this somewhat hidden overlook. He told me he'd been studying the
map for weeks.
When we got out of the car and saw the beautiful view, you'd think I would
have gotten a clue...but no. You see, Daniel is always doing sweet, romantic
things--I thought this was another wonderfully romantic moment we'd share. So
when he turned me around and my ears heard, "Jenny, will you marry me?"
I was shocked. Everything seemed to stop and go in slow motion. I couldn't catch
my breath and my knees were trembling. Could this really be happening? I hugged
him and cried and suddenly remembered all of those engagement stories where
the girl forgets to say "yes". I too hadn't yet answered so I made
up for it by saying "yes" at least a dozen times.
We got back in the car. 1 AM on the East Coast. I called my Mom and Dad. Dad
had successfully kept the secret. Left a message for Michael
and Rachael. I woke Karen (best friend) up with a phone call.
She was a bit groggy but very happy. She called back 5 minutes
later (when it had apparently sunk in) and yelled, "Oh
my G-d, you're getting married!! You have a fiance. You're
getting MARRIED!!!" It was the best reaction ever!
The weekend was absolute bliss. The day at the spa, our private bungalow, a
gorgeous ring on my finger, and the guy I was thrilled to spend the rest of
my life with. Life is good; Life is very, very good and it's just getting better.
Jenny's dad was very cool. We went for bagels on a Sunday morning and instead
of just take-out, he suggested we sit and talk. Clearly he knew something was
up. When I told him I was going to ask Jenny to marry me, he simply replied,
"you've got our vote, but it's Jenny that's counts!" He asked when
I was going to propose and promised to keep it a secret till then (something
that's quite a feat!).
A few days later, I picked up the ring from my friend the jeweler and Anuj had
done a perfect job. Then it was off to see my parents and let them in on the
secret. I arrived at their place and my mom was visibly upset that Jenny wasn't
with me (something I had told her repeatedly prior to coming). She kept going
on and on about how she didn't understand why Jenny wasn't here. She asked if
we had had a fight or if something was wrong. I finally had to stop her mid-sentence
and shouted, "MOM, SHE CAN'T BE HERE... BECAUSE I CAME TONIGHT TO TELL
YOU GUYS THAT I'M GOING TO ASK HER TO MARRY ME ON THURSDAY NIGHT. SHE CAN'T
BE HERE!!!" It's not often that I can stump my mom, but this was one of
those times. I showed them the ring (of which they approved) and mom gave me
some excellent advice, "safety-pin the ring to the inside of your pocket."
(which I did all the way to Los Angeles.)
Thursday came and we met to go to the airport. I still can't believe she didn't
notice my hand constantly checking if the ring was still in my pocket. We landed
in LA, picked up the rental car and I took her on a drive up to Mulholland Drive
to one of the overlooks (Fryman Canyon Overlook - http://smmc.ca.gov/fryover.html).
I told her how much I loved her and then asked her to marry me. She cried a
little, said yes... and then I remembered that I had a ring for her.
We then drove to Pasadena to our hotel. We had a private bungalow that was huge.
When we got there, I had made arrangements for a fancy bottle of champagne,
chocolate covered strawberries and a plate of cheese and crackers (the latter
because I knew that a long plane ride and a nervous stomach would equal extreme
hunger). I had also had them spread rose petals all over the bed. It was quite
romantic. Each day we were there, we had breakfast delivered in the morning
and a bottle of champagne and choc strawberries in the afternoon.
On Saturday, I had a first: a spa day. Together, we got a massage, a facial,
a manicure, a hair-cut / blow dry / style and a pedicure. Nobody is more shocked
than I, but it was a great experience.