We had just taken a hot air balloon ride over a small town whose main industry was tequila production. On the flight there had been my boyfriend and I, the pilot and another couple. Half way through the flight I looked over to much see the girl gushing hysterically. I turn to my boyfriend, "Oh god, I think he just proposed." Though at first he didn't believe me, we soon saw a ring - a ridiculously large ring that I didn't understand how she was supposed to wear. This ring turned out to be a fake, simply for posing for photos. Then there was the phone call from the balloon to the shocked family - "He gave me a ring!... An engagement ring, Dad..."
On the other side of the basket, we continued to enjoy the flight, with the occasional snicker towards the couple - why wouldn't he have booked a private flight? What if she had have said 'no'? That would have been an awkward trip for everyone. We landed in a field, a little off course and the workers took the balloon back over to the proper landing site, one hanging from the low-flying basket as it went. We followed the balloon and watched as it was deflated, while being watched by some local kids in the field.
The very large van that had taken us to the take-off point drew up to us, with a few people walking alongside it. Suddenly people began to pour out of the van, there would have been 20-30 of them. They were the family, her family, who had come all the way from Baja California to this town near Tequila. Then there were speeches, tequila (which didn't go down so well before 8am), photos with the oversized fake ring... while we stood kind of awkwardly on the side and commented on the groom-to-be's over-confidence and cheapness.
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