BABE!!! I LOVE YOU!
Mystery Maker: Chris
Location: Sonoma, CA
I had scheduled a lunch with Kathleen's parent under the guise of discussing details of an upcoming trip to New Orleans. As we sat outside the in the back patio, I became very nervous as the meal came to a close. Though I knew the answer, my anxiousness bubbled from the real question I had come to ask. I drew a deep breath, straightened in my seat, and then asked for their blessing on my proposal to marry Kathleen. Without missing a beat, they both happily gave their blessing and congratulatory euphoria erupted. Kathleen’s grandmother had left a family ring perfect for the proposal in Susan's care. As she handed over the ring, the reality of my situation began to set in. Was I really going to propose to Kathleen?
Fast forward to the Thursday night before our Mystery Date. . .
In our one bedroom apartment overlooking the Bay and AT&T Park, we sat on the couch after dinner, ready to settle in for a relaxing evening. One moment, our banter was lighthearted, and the next Kathleen had deftly transformed it into a conversation about the next level of our relationship, specifically if/when we were going to get married.
Fast forward to Saturday morning. . .
Kathleen and I ran our first 5k race at the inaugural Oakland Running Festival around Lake Merritt. It was a fun event that has nothing to do with the MD, I just wanted to document on the interwebs that I have actually run a 5k.
Back to the MD. . .
Passing the "Welcome to Sonoma" sign, Kathleen excitedly guessed, “Wine tasting?”.
“Maaaayyyyybbbbbeeee” was my response (this is actually always the response to guesses) as we pulled into the Sonoma Valley Airport parking lot.
“An airplane ride?!?!?!" she emphatically guessed.
“We, my dear, are going on an aerial tour of Sonoma Valley from the open cockpit of a WWII Bi-plane!!!”
“Are you serious?” she exclaimed as a look of sheer delight mixed with terror overtook her face.
We walked over to registration and checked in. It was here that Kathleen learned the tour I selected would also include an acrobatic ending full of barrel rolls, loop de loops, and other aerial shenanigans my inner 10-year old pilot had always wanted to do. We suited up with official jackets, head caps, and of course, parachutes (yikes!) and headed to the pre-flight safety talk. Once that was done, we walked up to the gleaming red 1942 Boeing Stearman and marveled at the work of art.