Andrew and Lindsey met in early 2006 at a fruit inspired sound facility called "LIME STUDIOS". Lindsey had offered to generously sound mix Andrew's spec commercial for free -- and it was this brand of generosity that instantly won his heart. And also that amazing tight white shirt she was wearing. Lindsey thinks it was a striped shirt. Either way, it wasn't really the shirt, was it? Long story long, she rejected his initial advances -- twice. Just kidding, THRICE. Andrew was convinced she must be gay, because... how else? But somehow, after a serendipitous holiday party, Andrew knew AT LEAST she was physically interested. After another couple years, they somehow made it official. Just in time to break up. And then get back together. And then break up again. And then Lindsey posted some pics with some other brah and scared the shit out of Andrew. And then he proposed... and she said: "nice try, Jack.". Then he said, "who's Jack?". And somehow... SOMEHOW... they found themselves in Cuba in 2019 where, despite an onslaught from the bowel region, Lindsey kept cool enough to say "yes," And, well, here we are. A year later, in the middle of a pandemic, behind a seemingly fascist leader, leaning on the only thing that can pierce through the mess that is 2020: our love. There, we said it. Love trumps all. Or better: Love Obama's all. And now, let's drink.