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Auld Lang Syne, Vancouver 2006  “10, 9, 8, 7…” I was DJing at a party at the top of Harbour Centre in the revolving restaurant. Seconds before the new millennium I reached into my pocket, pulled out a diamond ring, got down on one knee and proposed to the girl I loved. She said “You don’t have to do that.”

Auld Lang Syne, Vancouver 2006 
“10, 9, 8, 7…” I was DJing at a party at the top of Harbour Centre in the revolving restaurant. Seconds before the new millennium I reached into my pocket, pulled out a diamond ring, got down on one knee and proposed to the girl I loved. She said “You don’t have to do that.”