Welcome to our wedding website

(Stories written independantly of each other) As told by Shae: I moved to Austin on May 13th, 2021, and met Albert on June 12th, 2021, when Albert's band was playing a show at Speakeasy. I was instantly drawn to his performance on stage and couldn't take my eyes off him! When I saw Rocky (Albert's stepdad) recording him I asked, "Is that your son?" He nodded and smiled, and I knew I was in. After the show, I sat at a far table, watching Albert hang with his family. We shared a few glances across the bar, and I noticed Rocky pointing me out. After giving myself a pep-talk, I waited for Albert to finish his conversation with our now roommate Josh. I approached him from the corner and asked if I could buy him a drink for his fantastic performance. Unbeknownst to each other, we went to the bar and ordered the same glass—vodka soda with a lime. Albert pulled the ultimate rock-star move and invited me to the green room, where he enticed me with charm and laughter. The rest has gone down in history as the most successful bar hook-up ever. As told by Albert: Beneath a sweat-burdened brow and amidst a flurry of violent rock and roll thrashings, my tour-tattered eyes strained to make out the crowd. The stage lights, as you may have heard, are impossibly bright and hot, and even more so thanks to the Texas Summer that blazed like the hot plate in my one-bedroom studio apartment. Yet within that blur of bodies and chaos, a single face beamed and was presented to me with impossible clarity; for but a moment. I remember not remembering much after that. With my adrenaline gland working overtime, my aging body breaking just a little more each night, and hundreds of miles behind me, it would seem that the tour was at an end. Goodbye, excitement. Hello, 9-5. No more surprises in store. But wait. Who was that in the crowd? Was I seeing things? Had the vodka and sleep deprivation finally led to hallucinations of angels and the divine? Just then, my mother's husband approached, bleary-eyed and joyful. "Hey, man. Some girl was asking about you. I think she was checking you out. She's over there." He pointed, and like the guiding light that led the wise men to the Messiah, it did lead me to my savior. Sweet, beaming, soft, and lovely. My little alabaster disaster. I had no plan. Despite my typically high levels of blind confidence, I felt small, child-like, and reduced, though excited. I stood dripping with sweat, my hair all amiss, next to a friend. They say there is strength in numbers. I wracked my brain on how to approach this angelic being, but all I could come up with was, 'Just look cool, man,' whatever the hell that meant. I leaned into my friend, speaking loudly over the raging rock and roll, and said, "See that girl over there? I think she digs me. One of two things is about to happen. Either I'm going to walk over there, or she's going to walk over here. Either way, I'm leaving this place with her. Just watch." Now that may sound cool, calm, and collected, but I must admit, this was a Hail Mary. I was scared. She was gorgeous beyond belief, and her eyes were filled with intent, so I just stood there, trying to look cool and hoping she felt what I did. There was a tap on the shoulder. "That was great. Can I buy you a drink?" she asked. "Oh, wow, thanks. Yeah, that would be great." I followed her to the bar. I ordered. Tito's and soda. She ordered the same. In disbelief of my luck, and with a warm feeling swelling inside me, I asked her the first thing that came to my mind; "Hey, do you want to come to the green room?" She said yes.