Black Friday, 2011 (yes, you read that right), I had just finished a long day of working and Madison called asking if I wanted to go out with a few friends, one of which was her new "really cool" coworker. We picked him up and he introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Marc...with a "C". We headed over to MickeyFinnz (RIP) & after countless fireball shots and vodka sodas, Marc with a C tried to take me home. I said no. The end. Just kidding...fast forward a few months, I was having a birthday dinner and Marc was working across the way. He stopped in to say "happy birthday," then proceeded to compliment my shoes (platform/nude patent leather pumps...it was 2012!!) Wow, this guy knows the way to a woman's heart. A few weeks later, I was at work wearing the shoes, so I texted him..."I can't wear these shoes without thinking of you now." (smooth, I know) to which he responded, "Well, if you are going to be thinking of me all day today, might as well get drinks tonight" (smoother, point to Marc). I agreed, partially thinking it wouldn't happen. I got home from work and, within 30 minutes, he texted me he was on his way to pick me. We went out on our first date at Pitcher House (another fine Redondo Beach establishment) and, again, had way too many fireball shots (reminder it was still 2012..Fireball was peaking). Something must have clicked because we went out togerher every night for the next 2 weeks, only ending the streak because I was off to AZ for my annual Spring Training trip (GO DODGERS!). Well, 9 years, some globe trotting, some cohabitating, and a fur baby later - here we are! We can't wait to celebrate 🤍