In 2016 I was living in Manhattan and working at a magazine when I jumped on the opportunity to join a press trip heading to Vietnam with Toyota. The catch? I would be the only girl traveling alongside 11 dudes. I first met Andrew on our flight from Seol to Hanoi when he walked into my pod and started talking to someone else across the aisle. I thought to myself, "Who is this person and why is he in my seat? Doesn't he see me sitting here?" Standing up I tapped Andrew on the back, introduced myself, and clocked his lack of spatial awareness.  Over the next two weeks, our motley crew drove a fleet of trucks from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh, eating everything (pho + frog legs) and drinking anything (Happy Water) along the way. Andrew and I quickly bonded over our shared love for music and matzoh ball soup, and our friendship took off from there. Before I knew it, I was making excuses to visit LA "for work".  Fast forward two years, countless FaceTimes, dozens of cross-country visits, and that one time I accidentally stole a car on our way to Connecticut, and I found myself fully living on the west coast with my person. 

Once Cara moved to California, we quickly realized we were 'lifers'. After living together at 1433 Yale Street (shout out Cody + Christian), we moved into our very own Venice bungalow and started building our life, which included a half Golden Retriever/half Irish Setter named Margot. We've since traveled around the world together - eating our way through Spain, swimming through cenotes in Tulum, dancing across the desert in Palm Springs and endlessly noshing on Russ & Daughters bagels in NYC. I fell madly in love with Cara, and through our years of dating learned how much she loved the Jersey Shore (I would soon fall for Jersey myself), so I planned a surprise engagement on the sand with guest appearances by some of our closest friends and loved ones... and the rest is history. Now, back in the desert, we'll make this thing official.