We met at a party. …which is funny because Greg is an introvert, and I wasn’t planning to go because of how late it was after visiting with some friends from out of town. The party was for my friend Karen, who was moving to Washington DC, and because I wasn’t sure if when I’d see her again, I decided to go, despite it being 10:30 pm. Upon arrival, I made my way to the kitchen for a margarita and some cheese, and Karen introduced me to Greg, a seemingly very nice guy. At one point, Karen said, “Amy, I still haven’t been to the Hoop-Dee-Doo Musical Revue,” (my favorite thing in the whole world). I replied in shock that we had to go together at some point. I then asked Greg if he had ever been to Hoop-Dee-Doo, to which he replied, “I LOVE the Hoop-Dee-Doo.” Under my breath, I said, “Oop. I love you, let’s get married.” …and now here we are.