Dear Party Pop People, My boyfriend, Scott and I were walking down the beach in Santa Monica one Sunday morning in July 2005. We were just goofing off, splashing in the cold water, running from the waves and bumping into each other. All of a sudden, this crazy guy comes out of the ocean in front of us, frantic, carrying a bottle with a note in it. He’s screaming at me “Miss, Miss, this bottle is for you. I found it on the ocean floor and I know it’s for you”. I was freaking out inside. Who was this raving lunatic? What did he really want? So, Scott says, “Hey man, what is your issue?” The guy says, “Just take the bottle and I’ll go away. I know the bottle is for your girlfriend”. Scott says, “OK man, we’ll take the bottle. Please, Just calm down”. The guy hands me the bottle and then walks down the beach in the opposite direction as though nothing happened. There I was standing there in shock holding this bottle with a cork in it. Inside was a piece of paper. My heart was beating 400 miles an hour. I took a few deep breaths and opened the bottle. I took the note out and unrolled it. The words read, Rachael, I love you to the depths of the ocean, to the depths of my heart, to the depths of my soul. Will you marry me? It was signed, Scott. I said, “Oh my God! You knew this guy. I started laughing. Of course I’ll marry you. How could I not want to marry you with a crazy proposal like that? Who was that guy?” Scott replied, “Just a surfer guy I met earlier. I paid him twenty bucks and told him what time we would be coming down the beach.” Well, there you have it. We are getting married in September, 2006.