This must be the place

Tending bar at Porterhouse in downtown Athens, Jenna had no way of knowing her prince charming was about to walk through the door. Our hero entered with an entourage of friends and family, looking for some cocktails and a nice steak dinner to help ease the pain of the UGA loss. This was a loud bunch to say the least, and although the hostess (rightly) sat this motley crew at a secluded table in the rear of the restaurant, our groom would not let that discourage him from courting the beauty behind the bar. With the help of his father and pal Jeffers, Tim was able to win the attention of the brown-eyed barmaid. Now was his big chance to make an impression, and with the help of some self-deprecating humor, notes passed on napkins and a winning smile, an impressive impression was indeed impressed. Cell phone numbers were exchanged, parents were met (literally, we both met each other's parents that night), hands were shaken, yadda yadda yadda, and the two lovebirds agreed to meet again. Oh, did I mention the bisque? It was delicious. At least that's how I remember it. The rest is history. The future is now. -Tim

I left the UGA/GA Tech game early to set up bar at the Porterhouse Grill. Enter David Venghaus and a few other men. He sat at the bar and we chatted it up about Costa Rica, his son Jack- who I happened to know- and perfecting his cocktail (vodka with the smallest splash of cranberry administered with a straw). Shortly after, a motley crew of guys, reliving old college days, indeed arrived and met up with the others at the bar. Full disclosure, when Tim approached me to order a drink, his style and smile knocked me out. I was hooked. Normally, I would avoid guys hitting on me at the bar, but I found myself blushing and wanting to engage in conversation with this gem. He ordered the same drink as his dad, the famed "pink drink" which opened the door to some innocent flirting and teasing about his "girlish" drink. As the group sat down at their table for dinner, his friend Jeff encouraged me to continue my flirting and write him a note. In the note, I jokingly told him I could never date a guy who drank pink drinks. He came back with some witty "Departed" humor and left me his number to give him a call. As he stumbled out after dinner and into the Athens nightlife, he pulled me aside and said "you better call me". So the next day, after nearly 10 hours of my roommate coaching me through my phone anxiety, I finally built up the courage by 7pm to make the call that became the catalyst to us creating something magical. - Jenna