Since Aly has so eloquently related the story of my proposal, I shall give you the story leading up to the moment — specifically the procurement of the ring. Before I begin, you should be aware of the following key fact:
I don't own a car.
I ordered the ring and had it shipped to my shared group house in Ballston; however, I was rarely there. Instead, I preferred to spend most of my time at Aly's much more spacious apartment. My roommates, like me, all worked during the day and couldn't sign for a FedEx package that kept being delivered at 11 a.m. or so. Hence, the ring ended up at the local FedEx distribution facility after three days of attempted delivery. I pondered my dilemma late on a Wednesday night in Aly's apartment. How would I get the ring without Aly knowing (or worse, driving me to sign for the package?) Could I pull this off in time to propose during our Chicago trip? Our flight was scheduled for 8 p.m. the next evening; we'd planned to go to the airport straight from work. I realized that I had to pick it up myself, and so I concocted the following plan: I would drive a rented vehicle (specifically a Zipcar) to the facility during my lunch break on Thursday and procure the ring.
I pulled out my wallet and checked for my Zipcard (the card you use to unlock the doors of Zipcar vehicles) upon deciding on the aforementioned plan. I came up empty — the card was back at the Ballston house, while I sat at my laptop in Aly's apartment. It was around 1 a.m. I checked to see that Aly was asleep and snuck out to her car. The gas was almost empty — this had been a topic of conversation earlier that evening — and I knew I wouldn't make it to Ballston and back. I went to the gas station and put in exactly one dollar of gas (not much these days since prices are so absurdly high), and watched the needle inch up a bit when I started the car. Perfect. I drove to Ballston and found the Zipcard rather quickly; after tucking it away in my wallet, I drove back to Alexandria and Aly's apartment. I arrived around 2 a.m. and went to bed.
Aly asked me if we should fill up the gas tank the next morning, and I replied, "It looks like the needle's gone back up a bit overnight. I guess we were just parked on an incline or something. Anyway, I think we'll be able to make it to work ..."
At around 11:30 a.m. on Thursday, I walked a couple blocks from my office to the location of the nearest Zipcar — a Toyota Prius with XM Satellite Radio installed on the rearview mirror — and unlocked the door with the Zipcard. I drove down to the FedEx facility, signed for the package, and got lunch at Quiznos. After I returned to my office, I tucked the ring away in my backpack for our trip to Chicago that evening. It didn't leave the backpack until just after sunset on Saturday.
Addendum:
- I drove around a little bit more once I got back to Alexandria so the needle would go down further — a low-tech way to cover my tracks. I'm just glad we weren't doing this based on mileage; I would have had to run the car in reverse like they did in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
- I noticed that Aly had posted to her blog while I was out doing my thing, and nearly freaked out. Turns out she had gotten up, looked around the apartment for me, and gone back to bed when she didn't see me. She had assumed that I was downstairs gathering laundry from the dryer. Whew!