see you in Yountville

It all began in October 2022 in Denver, Colorado, where we were both in the wedding party for our friends Kaylee and Thomas Thronson! Ali and Kaylee were sorority sisters at the University of Oregon, and Trevor had met Thomas and Kaylee through mutual friends and countless adult rec sports leagues in Colorado. Throughout the wedding weekend, Ali and Trevor hung out here and there in group settings. But, if you know Ali, you know she thrives at weddings—and during one particularly rowdy moment (right after Ali’s failed attempt at shotgunning a beer), he tried to strike up a conversation. Ali’s response? “Don’t even try—you don’t meet my height requirement, and I’m never leaving California.” Ali was born and raised in California, Trevor in Colorado—so clearly, this was never going to work… right?

In November 2023, Ali and her college friends planned a reunion weekend in Eugene for a Duck football game (go Ducks!). Kaylee asked the group, “Hey, can our friend Trevor come?” Our collective reaction: “Sure, if he’s brave enough to spend a weekend in a Duck house with seven strangers!” Spoiler: He was. We all crammed into an Airbnb, played games, watched the Ducks win, and had an absolute blast. Ali and Trevor reconnected as just friends—but there was a spark (and a lot of friendly competition). At some point, Trevor made a bold bet: that Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce would break up in a month. Ali, a proud Swiftie, was personally offended. The bet? Loser owes the winner ice cream. The problem? Trevor lived in Colorado. Logistics TBD.

At the end of the weekend, Ali had an early flight. Trevor’s was much later. But when she called an Uber to the airport, he asked to come along—because, as he later admitted, he just wanted a little more time with her before she flew back to California. At the airport, we said our goodbyes. Ali thought, Hmm, I’d like to see him again, but figured if he wants my number, he can ask Kaylee. Instead… Trevor Venmo’d her $24.70 for a group alcohol run and added, “I can’t wait to win ice cream.” That kicked off 97 back-and-forth Venmo messages, which finally led to a request for her number. (She gave the wrong one at first. Oops.)

After six months of long-distance flights, Trevor made the move to California. And exactly three years after that first Venmo message, we’ll be celebrating our wedding day surrounded by our favorite people. We can’t wait to eat ice cream, win bets, and party with you all. Let’s do this!