If I were to propose to my one, true, twice-married love, I am not sure I would hire the San Francisco Giants' ballpark to do it.
Then again, I am not Kanye West and am not currently in love with Kim Kardashian.
When you invite a teeming horde of your nearest and dearest to such a proposal, you make them sign a confidentiality agreement.
But you love them more than you trust them.
The word, you see, is that someone at … Read more