The some what over the top proposal:
On Friday, November 15th, 2013, I had to drag Connie out of bed that morning to go to work together... So we took the subway into the city together. Right after she got off her stop, I immediately headed back home to prepare. Long story short, I packed everything I needed and left a note on the bed before leaving the house.
At 4:30pm (before Connie had the chance of calling me to go home early on a Friday, which often happens), I texted her "hey baby, i'm not feeling well. i'm going to go home first." Of course, Connie calls me right away and asked to go home together. I then told her I was already on the way back on a cab and that I would meet her at home (which, of course, is a lie).
At around 6pm, Connie arrives home and finds the note on the bed, which read:
"This is your 24-hour notice :). I will not be coming home tonight and will only be accessible via text. Please pack enough clothes for 2 days. In particular, remember to bring your favorite dress and heels, makeup, hair straightener, contact lens, etc. The destination is only 30 deg F, so pack and dress accordingly. Please be ready to leave by 7am tomorrow. Your driver will be waiting for you downstairs. Love, Jason."
At this point, Connie goes ballistic and starts calling her friends telling them god knows what and basically assumed she will be taken to Tahoe. I even texted her "getting colder by the second" when she texted me to "drive safely" :).
At 7am, November 16, 2013, she comes downstairs (our home is actually two stories) and finds a sleepy Alan (my bro) waiting for her. Alan had pretended to not know anything the day before when Connie asked about my plans. So Alan drives her to SFO and hands her a second note that includes her flight information to Chicago (I picked Chicago because Connie actually lived in Chicago for a couple years; her best friend Julie currently lives there; and she's been raving about Alinea for a while). The second note read:
"Hey baby, Hope you had a nice ride and your driver wasn't too grouchy. Please find attached a copy of your itinerary. When you land, look for Gus. If you can't find him at the baggage claim, try looking for him at the nearest Pollos Hermanos. JK! He can be reached at 312-###-####."
At 3:32pm, Connie lands at the Chicago O'Hare airport. The chauffeur greets her at the gate and drives her to an undisclosed location. At around 5pm, the chauffeur drops her off at the Four Seasons Hotel in downtown Chicago. Kristen, the head concierge, greets Connie at the lobby and escorts her up to our corner executive suite with panoramic city views. In the room, she finds gourmet chocolate truffles, a chilled champagne, and rose petals leading to the bed, on which a third note is delicately placed. The third note read:
"Hey babe, Welcome to the Four Seasons. Please take this time to relax and freshen up. Please come down to the lobby at 6:55pm in your favorite dress and a warm jacket (with emphasis). Your driver will be waiting at the curb. Meanwhile, enjoy the gourmet chocolate truffles."
So at 7pm, Connie comes downstairs. When she arrives at the curb, she finds a horse carriage (think Cinderella-type carriage) waiting for her. The driver of the carriage hands her a crystal Tiara and a fourth note that read:"Hello Princess, Please put on your tiara and enjoy the short ride. At the final destination, please ask for directions to the "Dec" (no, I did not misspell :P). See you soon, Jason."
The carriage driver takes her on a 10min scenic tour and promptly drops her off at the Ritz Carlton Hotel...
On Friday, November 15th, 2013, I had to drag Connie out of bed that morning to go to work together... So we took the subway into the city together. Right after she got off her stop, I immediately headed back home to prepare. Long story short, I packed everything I needed and left a note on the bed before leaving the house.
At 4:30pm (before Connie had the chance of calling me to go home early on a Friday, which often happens), I texted her "hey baby, i'm not feeling well. i'm going to go home first." Of course, Connie calls me right away and asked to go home together. I then told her I was already on the way back on a cab and that I would meet her at home (which, of course, is a lie).
At around 6pm, Connie arrives home and finds the note on the bed, which read:
"This is your 24-hour notice :). I will not be coming home tonight and will only be accessible via text. Please pack enough clothes for 2 days. In particular, remember to bring your favorite dress and heels, makeup, hair straightener, contact lens, etc. The destination is only 30 deg F, so pack and dress accordingly. Please be ready to leave by 7am tomorrow. Your driver will be waiting for you downstairs. Love, Jason."
At this point, Connie goes ballistic and starts calling her friends telling them god knows what and basically assumed she will be taken to Tahoe. I even texted her "getting colder by the second" when she texted me to "drive safely" :).
At 7am, November 16, 2013, she comes downstairs (our home is actually two stories) and finds a sleepy Alan (my bro) waiting for her. Alan had pretended to not know anything the day before when Connie asked about my plans. So Alan drives her to SFO and hands her a second note that includes her flight information to Chicago (I picked Chicago because Connie actually lived in Chicago for a couple years; her best friend Julie currently lives there; and she's been raving about Alinea for a while). The second note read:
"Hey baby, Hope you had a nice ride and your driver wasn't too grouchy. Please find attached a copy of your itinerary. When you land, look for Gus. If you can't find him at the baggage claim, try looking for him at the nearest Pollos Hermanos. JK! He can be reached at 312-###-####."
At 3:32pm, Connie lands at the Chicago O'Hare airport. The chauffeur greets her at the gate and drives her to an undisclosed location. At around 5pm, the chauffeur drops her off at the Four Seasons Hotel in downtown Chicago. Kristen, the head concierge, greets Connie at the lobby and escorts her up to our corner executive suite with panoramic city views. In the room, she finds gourmet chocolate truffles, a chilled champagne, and rose petals leading to the bed, on which a third note is delicately placed. The third note read:
"Hey babe, Welcome to the Four Seasons. Please take this time to relax and freshen up. Please come down to the lobby at 6:55pm in your favorite dress and a warm jacket (with emphasis). Your driver will be waiting at the curb. Meanwhile, enjoy the gourmet chocolate truffles."
So at 7pm, Connie comes downstairs. When she arrives at the curb, she finds a horse carriage (think Cinderella-type carriage) waiting for her. The driver of the carriage hands her a crystal Tiara and a fourth note that read:"Hello Princess, Please put on your tiara and enjoy the short ride. At the final destination, please ask for directions to the "Dec" (no, I did not misspell :P). See you soon, Jason."
The carriage driver takes her on a 10min scenic tour and promptly drops her off at the Ritz Carlton Hotel...
