We're getting married!

Libby and I started dating in 2018 during an idyllic fall in Bozeman, Montana, but our first meet up in the Gallatin Valley was not the first time we met. Our paths started crossing probably sometime back in 2013 or 2014, unbeknownst to both of us. Libby was taking care of some science prerequisites for speech therapy grad school and managing ice cream scoopers at the Big Dipper; I was deep in the guts of math grad school. We both unwound with trusted companions at the South Side Kettle House, but never spoke. One night, during a mutual friend's going away party, Libby and I started chatting at a dingy basement bar and I was enamored! She was so funny, smart, cool, and then ... gone. Shoot. What was her name again? Libby, true to her heritage, had said an Irish goodbye to that event, I forgot her name, and spent the next few weeks trying to figure out who that cute brunette was with no luck. Over the next few years our paths continued to cross: a Neutral Milk Hotel show, an awkward afternoon at Draughtworks, and, eventually, on Instagram. In what may be the only positive thing to come out of social media for me, "the algorithm" suggested that I follow this Libby O'shea person. While I had finally tracked down the cute brunette, I was nervous to reach out and using the end of grad school as cover for my nerves. I moved to Bozeman for a job and lost tabs on Libby again, but in 2018 the Instagram algorithm plopped her "moving to Bozeman!" announcement into my feed. I reached out to see if she wanted to grab a beer, hoping to at least have and be someone's buddy in a town where connection felt more difficult. That beer stretched into a long night of chatting on my Japanese floor futon with Hans, Holly, and Roger (IYKYK); that long night has bloomed into four amazing years all over Western Montana. Now, years later and as in love as ever, we're getting married! And we're doing it back where it all started: Missoula, MT (and the surrounding area). We hope you can come celebrate with us.