We’re getting married... Finally!

That bar was Abilene. Surprise, surprise.

It was on their third trip to Paris that Jeff had finally popped the question to Aimee. Unbeknownst to Aimee, he had purchased a ring she had previously shown great interest in and smuggled it into France. It was October, and their favorite time to visit their favorite city. Jeff patiently waited until the second day of their trip to make the move. They had made their way to Le Sacré-Cœur, a basilica in the neighborhood known as Montmartre. After a few interruptions by Parisian gypsies and shady street swindlers, the two made their way to the top of the multi-staircased hill. To Jeff’s surprise, it was busier than usual that day and the crowds were thick. When a railing overlooking the city finally became available, Jeff made his move. He unfolded a small piece of brown paper with a poem he had written for Aimee on it. As he read it to her she smiled, but thought nothing of it...other than what she would later reveal she thought was “a little strange.” The words “Will You Marry Me” were also on the paper. When Aimee noticed, Jeff dropped to his knees and said some things he can’t even remember and revealed the ring. The surrounding Europeans looked on with delight. She said “Yes!”. That evening they would party like no other night...and the proof was in what would happen the very next morning. “MY WALLET IS GONE!” screamed Aimee. The two would retrace their steps from the previous day through Paris. The last spot it could possibly be if lost, was at their favorite bar in Le Marais. When the bar opened, they ran in to reveal that the bartenders had found her wallet. They returned to their regularly scheduled joy and picked up their rental car to drive to a castle in Lyon, to the south of France, and ultimately through the Alps and into Zürich, Switzerland. As the plane touched down in New York City, they looked at each other and said: “We’ve made it! And we’re getting married!” The rest... was history.