When hubbie proposed to me, it was kind of a worst case senario like rubah mentioned. He had made reservations at one of our favorite restaurants and had arranged with the manager that he would slip the waiter the ring and they would bring it to me on a plate, in place of a dessert. Then we were going to go for a walk on Bayshore Blvd, which this this beautiful view of the water on one side and million dollar homes on the other. Sounds great right?
This is how it really happened:
He forgot that he promised his sister several weeks before that we would baby sit her three year old son. They came to get him at about 12:30. The only restaurant that we could stomach then was Bennigan's. After a very late dinner, we got in the car and he started driving. And driving. And driving. He couldn't remember how to get to Bayshore and we ended up at the Platt St. Bridge which is a notorious hang out for homeless people. So with an audience of Tampa's finest, he asked. Incidentally, I was 6 months pregnant with his child at the time and am currently 6 months pregnant with our second child.
He was really embarrased by the whole thing at the time, but now its funny....