...but I have some news!
Beyond the apocalyptic, reddish sun, the smoky skies surrounding our fair LA Basin, there is some good news from yours truly. I popped the question, and she said YES:
The ring,
On her finger,
The proposal was funny, I picked a great spot with a 180 view of LA, the best spot in town. I told her to get ready, we were going somewhere. A friend had set the location up with flowers, catered picnic and Champagne (yes, French). She had no clue.
I was so damn nervous (not for thinking she wouldn't say yes, but just caught up in the moment) that I fudged what I wanted to say and just charged for the end. It worked. It was awesome. Funny thing was the fires around LA caused perfect lighting with the sun and all, and the police academy down the hill commenced firing practice immediately after it all that it made for the perfect LA proposal. Guns blazing, amazing view and apocalyptic sunset, marriage proposal= tres LA. A job well done.
Thing is, I've been planning this for a year, albeit slowly. The last two weeks were crunch time. I'm terribly happy about how it all worked out. It rocked...
Yay! I'm all grown up now and have a beautiful wife-to-be!