When faced with making a decision you can either do it the right way, the wrong way or what I like to refer to as the third option the Sara and Ari way. Unconventional, raw, never stands on pretense, always filled with pure love, it’s like off-roading for the soul. From afar it may seem disjointed, but get a little closer you’ll see, not only do they pull it off, they knock it straight out of the park.
On any given day, when you ask Sara about Ari her eyes will squint a little, her face will begin to light up and she’ll grin as big as a Cheshire Cat.
All you have to do is look at the place they used to live, located in the seediest part of Venice Beach. Commonly referred to as Muskrat Lane (named that because instead of a street sign the only identifiable trait was a mural of a muskrat painted on a random street corner). Down by the beach amongst the homeless and transient set, you’d walk through this dangerous and chaotic atmosphere outside, but once inside you’d enter the loving cocoon of Sara and Ari. I remember hesitating when Sara moved in, “are you sure. I asked?” Their love not only withstood the elements but flourished under the circumstances. Muskrat Lane became a testament to their love. Regardless of the challenging conditions outside, their bond could endure the elements and stand the test of time.
Coincidentally, I was on the phone with Sara one random night having one of our marathon conversations pondering the meaning of life. It was in this conversation that we randomly decided that the NEXT day was going to be the BEST day of our lives. So the next day, when she called me from New York, to tell me that Ari had surprised her in NY and proposed. I think the first words out of my mouth was, “G-d, you’re good!!!”