The plan had been to fly my girlfriend to Manhattan and propose in Central Park under the lights on our 2 year anniversary.
The original plan was to spend Sunday night in Times Square. Do some shopping in the expensive stores on Madison and 5th Avenues on Monday. Then catch a carriage ride through Central Park, pick out a nice spot and propose. Despite Sunday’s obstacles and as a result sleeping until noon Monday, we still managed to shop on the Avenues, grab some Mac and Cheese with Hamburger soup at Rockefeller Center. And Times Square was freezing, so we ducked inside Carmine’s for a few rounds of Merlot. After getting back to the hotel, we had another round of red while my Blackberry and iPhone charged.
So I grabbed a map of Manhattan and discovered we could walk to Central Park for a carriage ride. Gary gave us the 20 minute tour with all of Trump’s skyline landmarks in the distance.
Then we walked down to The Pond and sat on a bench.
Monday was our 2 year anniversary. I said “the past two years have been great. And I hope our love will continue the rest of our lives.” At this point I got on one knee, “I hope you will spend it with me. Will you marry me?”