We're getting married! Woohoo!

We have two stories on this, which means one of us is wrong. Amelia would tell you that she played with Chuck's ultimate frisbee team one night, and was enraptured by Chuck's story of his recent trip to Las Vegas. Chuck would tell you that he organized a group of friends to go to a traveling version of The Price is Right, which turned out to be a dud, but they went out for a drink afterwards (with Adam, the best man).

Well, they went on a couple of dates. Amelia taught Chuck how to drive her stickshift Honda, one thing led to another, and in classic millennial fashion, Chuck didn't think Amelia was that into him and didn't call her back. Apparently, kids these days know this practice as "ghosting." They met again at a party a few months later. Chuck was completely oblivious to the situation and said that he'd love to catch up. Amelia had managed to lose Chuck's number by this point, but against her better judgment, agreed to meet up, never being one to turn down a free meal. The joke's on her, because here she is 5+ years later, having followed Chuck to Las Vegas and Wildwood, New Jersey multiple times. Chuck has followed Amelia to Tanzania, the Adirondacks, and down the rabbit hole to having fur babies named Berlin and Aslan. One of us clearly got the better deal.