It was just a normal Saturday. Chris and I were set to do a little Christmas shopping and attend his friend's graduation at UT Dallas. The day was completely normal...we shopped, took a nap, watched TV, I conveniently painted my nails (obviously unaware of what would happen later), and then we eventually headed to the graduation. We attended the graduation and as we were pulling out of the parking lot, our car died! Right there in the middle of the road the fuel pump decided to go out. I, of course, am thinking how much of a bummer it is that we would have to miss the graduation party for his friend. Chris, little to my knowledge, is thinking, "WHYYY did my car just have to die on the way to propose to my girlfriend?!?!" He veryyy calmly called his parents and AAA. Around 7:30 p.m. AAA arrives. His parents brought us their car so that we could "go to the graduation party." Since the "party" was over, Chris suggested that we go grab a bite to eat in Addison. Since I am always starving, I eagerly agreed.
We start driving though neighborhoods (we were lost because Chris refused to let me put the address into my GPS) and Chris called the "restaurant" to say that his "reservation" was at 7:45, but let them know we were running late because the car had died! I thanked him for being such a sweet boyfriend and surprising me with a dinner. Then we pull into an AIRPORT...not a restaurant!! We walk in, I am shaking, and asked him if we are going on a helicopter ride?!?! By the way, I had told him a million times that I always wanted to go on a helicopter ride because Chris had bragged about the multiple helicopter rides he had gone on due to his Dad's job.
|This is before the flight. All smiles!|
After we signed our lives away, which I guess is what marriage essentially is, we walked out to the helicopter awaiting us! My first thought was, "How is my claustrophobic self going to survive riding in one of those?" I am in disbelief and Chris tells me that this is my Christmas present!! I am so excited, and slightly scared...ok maybe terrified!
So, we get all settled in and take a "Holiday Light Tour" from the helicopter. Of course in the back of my mind I was thinking, "Man this would be a perfect time to propose..." but then again, our car had just died, Chris was acting completely normal, and I had been wearing the jacket that he then had on (because we were stuck on the side of the road, in the freezing cold) and there was definitely no ring in the pocket. We enjoyed the most amazing views of Christmas lights, took pictures, laughed about random things and after about an hour we started to descend. No proposal. Whomp-whomppp.