Meet us on The Cape!

Brian: So, we met at our best friend’s engagement party out in Lakeway—about 45 minutes from Austin. Ashley: Which is exactly 45 minutes longer than I wanted to spend on a party bus full of people trying way too hard to impress each other. Brian: Speak for yourself—I was just trying to impress you. Ashley: Oh, I knew. Brian kept popping up all night with these casual “Hey, so how do you know the couple?” check-ins. Real subtle. Brian: Listen, I was laying groundwork. But nothing really happened at the party. The real moment was the bus ride back. Ashley: Ah yes, where fate—and the only open seat—put us side by side at the front of the bus. Brian: Open seat? That seat had my name on it. I made a move. Ashley: Bold of Brian to assume sitting next to me counted as a move. Brian: It does when you’ve got this level of charm. Ashley: If by “charm” he means “talking my ear off about UT,” then sure, overflowing. Brian: Okay, you were the one who started yelling about TCU like your life depended on it. And then a friend—shouted from the back like some sports talk radio host—gets in the mix. It turned into a full-blown sports debate across the bus. Ashley: It was an intellectual debate. Brian wouldn’t understand. Brian: I understood enough to know I had to shut it down—so I told Ashley to shut up and kissed her. Ashley: Which, let the record show, *should* have earned him a slap. Brian: But instead, she kissed me back. Because—say it with me— Ashley: *sighs* He’s charming. Allegedly. Brian: No “allegedly.” You’re marrying me. Case closed. Ashley: Honestly? Still trying to figure out how that happened. Brian: Must’ve been the bus ride. Magic moment. Ashley: Or temporary insanity. Alas - here we are....

IYKYK... If you don't? Just don't ask the Bride and Groom at the wedding...ask at the welcome party