The helicopter ride was booked for 730p, so I was sweating bullets because we finished the show around 7 in the pm. And since the show concluded at Boardners and my car was parked at the Kodak Theatre (at least 5 blocks away), I calmly told Raven that we needed to sprint (!) back to the car so we could make our dinner appointment.

Her: Umm, why do we need to sprint back to the car? It's just dinner, right? Me: (Giving the patented Robert wave off) Oh, yeah yeah yeah. It's just dinner, but I wanna make sure I feed you honey. Don't worry about it.

So after finding the car, paying for parking, getting out of the lot, getting out of Hollywood traffic and onto the 101-north, it was about 715p. 15 mins to get to the airport. Frack shiet mutha fracker. Not to worry though, I drove like a maniac and got there in 20 mins. Not bad I must say. I do need to add that Raven was asking lots of questions trying to guess where we were going, which is a bit distracting when you're driving like a mad man through LA traffic, so I took a page from The Art of War and gave her a piece of paper and distracted her with a bunch of questions while i drove to the airport. You gotta take what the defense gives you.

The helicopter ride was dope. 30 minutes into our trip I did the dang thang and nervously popped the question... (In a high pitched voice) "Uh, Raven, I lub eww...olive juice...island view...blabbityblahblah- ....uh...will you marry me?"

After she said, "yes!" and after arriving back at the airport, I surprised her again by decorating one of the hangers with lights and Sinatra playing in the background. There was also a gazebo with couches, a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries, some roses and a bottle of bubbly. I'm so blessed to be marrying my best friend =).

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