Perry Cannon has a relentless attention to detail. Her friends and family reading this are currently thinking, "You didn't know that?" Don't worry, I did. What I underestimated, however, was the added layers upon layers of difficulty that would bring in proposing to the lady. Her close friend Jordan and I discussed many of options. Time with Jordan would underlay a detailed ruse leading to me, the man of her dreams on one knee at the end of a detailed journey. Didn't work. Every time Jordan and I would think we had something flawless, Perry would figure it out. Note to all the potential grooms out there - if you are still idea #1, she knows.

But then it hit me. Any potential trip/adventure with a friend would hit Perry's radar. She would be excited. Excitement would inspire curiosity. Curiosity meant risk. No. To make the perfect proposal I needed to... wait for it... irritate her like I've never irritated her before. Perry asks me mainly for one thing-- time. What is the one thing that regularly gets in the way of that? Work. So how could I combine work into a proposal? A last-minute work-required trip where she would make it her idea to travel along. Bingo.

For those that are not aware, I travel a lot for my job. My client is the United States Department of Defense. I waited and waited and waited. Then, the week I knew was "Proposal Week" I told Perry I had to travel on a Friday (after being gone all week) to Jefferson City, MO - 2 hours from Kansas City - to get my "DoD ID." She bought it. She will never stand in the way of my job, but that doesn't mean she likes me being gone either. When I told her of the journey, she immediately suggested she would ride with me. Perfection. We would leave on Friday after she got off work.

Pear was going to try and leave work early on Friday "if it worked." I couldn't push it, but I hoped to take her to our destination early and then move to a romantic dinner over a river at a winery. Because I scripted it, it didn't happen. Perry not only didn't get to leave work early, she was half an hour late getting out of the office.

At 5:45 on January 20th, 2017, we headed toward Jefferson City... or so she thought. In actuality, we were en route to the small town of Marceline, MO - childhood hometown of Walt Disney. News to no one, Pear is a die-hard Disney fan - the movies, the theme parks and the man. In reality, Marceline is an hour-and-a-half in the wrong direction of Jefferson City. Fortunately for me, Pear's attention to detail never spanned to Geography!

About 30 minutes into the trip, conversation about our days, work, etc. dried up. Pear started to look at restaurants in Jefferson City, MO. If we were forced to give up our weekends, we would AT LEAST have a nice restaurant out of it. Uh-oh. No way my plan was going to survive internet searches. I asked her several distracting questions (e.g. When is Houstons in Kansas City closing?) She was attentive to those. But after another half hour I ran out of good questions. I knew I was even deeper under water when, at a last grasp at distraction, I asked her what time the UMKC game was the next day... Think that worked? Correct. Not at all... She continued her restaurant search.

I was ruined. I'd have to tell her that I had a ring in my pocket, and we were not going to Jefferson City. If it hadn't been 17 degrees outside, I probably would have been sweating profusely. But she never realized we were 150 miles from Jefferson City. Unlike the rest of the world who would have used Yelp or Google Maps, I learned later that Perry used Trip Advisor to search for restaurants. Trip Advisor does not tell you how many miles away the restaurant was. I was in the clear.

Having survived this latest close-call, I grew confidence to block all future attempts at discovering my plans. "Why are there no signs for the Capitol?" It must be because Jeff City is a small town. Unlike Austin, you just see the building all of a sudden. Perry, Queen of all things Disney sees a sign for Marceline and asks if that's where Disney grew up? Of course not, that city is like 200 miles away! Finally, after 2 hours of ducking and diving questions and near disasters, we were there.

A couple miles down a road here, a left turn, a right turn and we had found the "office where I could get my ID." I pulled into a parking spot. We got out in front of a sign that said 107/109 Main Street, USA. Yes, "Main Street, USA" in Marceline, MO provided the vision by which Walt Disney designed "Main Street, USA" in Disney World. After she finally recognized where we were, I said something cheesily romantic about us being in the place where all of her fairy tales began and making sure all of her dreams come true. I got out down on one knee. Pulled the ring out, took it out of the box... I am dragging this part out because Pear PROMISES I was on the ground for a very long time... and asked her to marry me. Before I could fully get the ring fully on her finger, she pulled me up, hugged me, kissed me, then said yes and finally helped me get the ring on her finger. We were engaged.

We walked around the cute little town, took a few pictures in the dark of the night, overheard the entire community playing bingo in the town's recreational building and made out way back to the car to call our loved ones.

After we finished the important calls and texts, it was now about 10:30. My beautiful, river-facing winery was surely closed. We drove to the nearest town, Chillicothe, MO. We found the only restaurant open. It was a tiny, unassuming Mexican joint called "El Toro." We had margaritas and fajitas. It was perfect for us. She had a ring and an awesome proposal. And I had my bride.

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