“We were going to New York for an extended weekend/mini vacation. I had visited a few times previously as some of my family lives there. However, my fiance had never been. I'm very organized so I put together an itinerary organizing each day by neighborhoods we wanted to visit. Within one of those neighborhoods we planned to see tourist sights, shopping and restaurants, etc. (Al likes to keep things "efficient" haha). We took a red-eye Thursday and arrived early Friday morning. There was actually a huge switch in weather and it was snowing so we were excited to see Central Park (the previous week was in the high 70s). When we arrived to the hotel to drop our bags off, I left my work computer with the concierge but Al refused to leave his worried it would be stolen. I laughed at him and told him he would look like an SF techy walking around all day with his laptop bag - little did I know it's because he was hiding some precious jewelry! We made our first stop to get some NYC bagels, and then spent the morning walking through Central Park in it's beauty of a complete white blanket of snow - seriously breathtaking! After a full day of roaming around NYC, we went back to our hotel room to get ready to grab some drinks and go out to dinner. While I was in the bathroom doing my hair/makeup, Al was practicing getting down on one knee (and I completely clueless having a moment about not liking my outfit haha!). Off to catch our Uber, we climb in the car and Al immediately detours our drive to a different happy hour spot - on the opposite side of the city where our dinner plans were. Al assures that we should see this rooftop bar before more snow comes in the next day as a blizzard was supposedly going to hit the city. So off we go to the rooftop bar.
When we arrive to the bar, there is a single elevator entrance to the bar from the main hotel lobby. Upon arrival, the bouncer advises me that he can't let me into the bar because I'm wearing ripped jeans - I scoffed and turned around. Al hurriedly stops me and asks me to take a seat while he goes and talks to the bouncer. Somehow, he works some magic and the bouncer let's us go up to the bar - once Al told him the plans he had arranged with the manager to propose (while I was sitting far away)... As we exit the elevator at the rooftop, another bouncer greets me and makes a snarky comment about my attire which I ignore and walk to the bar. Al and I take in the breathtaking 360 degree views of the city all lit up, and then head over to the bar to order some refreshments. Al quickly asks me to turn to him with my back facing the view so that he can snap a photo - with one of his college friends and photographer (whom I've never met) sitting in the background just watching us. We make our way to a couch and enjoy our refreshments and strike up some conversation about our plans for the rest of the weekend. Al then suggests we check out the balcony (although its <30 degrees outside) since the bar is typically known for being a hot summer spot. We make our way to a tiny section of the balcony that is open during the winter. As we're stunned by the view, Al embraces me and starts reflecting on our journey as a couple. As I turn to face him he immediately reaches into his pocket and pulls out the ring while getting down on one knee. I couldn't believe my eyes! Simultaneously the bar erupts in cheers and we're left crying, laughing and wiping tears away. It couldn't have been a more perfect moment.””