marry me

I was halfway to my early assignment this morning when I got the call that it was postponed until tomorrow, so I headed back into town with Sufjan keeping me company (hello, my name is Liz and I'm addicted to Christmas music. I can't help it, his cover of 'Come Thou Fount' gets me every time.) I apparently was in some sort of a daze, which I snapped out of to realize that I had passed my exit, three exits ago. But it was a good detour, when I passed by this note from Dave to Elaine, at the Ritz bowling alley on State Street. I wonder what she said?