It all started way back in 2013, when my Aunt Patty and Uncle Ben threw their annual Bocce Party that August. For those of you who don't know this, Pete and my cousin James had been friends for several years up to that point. We didn't exactly realize it at the time but when Pete first arrived for the day, just about every member of my family had already been conspiring to get us together. You could ask any one of them and they'll admit how they each sneakily tried to corral us like sheep into the same section of the yard all afternoon! When Pete started pouring tequila shots for everyone, I walked over join in on the fun, and from that point on we spent the rest of the night together with my cousins and their friends. Before we knew it, it was 4 in the morning, and we were the only ones left awake. He offered to drive me home claiming that my house was on the way to his (it definitely was not.) Pete and I saw each other nearly every day after that, and as they say, the rest is history!