We’re Getting Married!

Do you remember the 21st night of September? For me and Helen, it’s one we barely remember, but will certainly never forget. The genesis of our relationship wasn’t a serendipitous rendezvous at a coffee shop, restaurant, or bar. That’s probably because we’re not weirdos and the perishable prehistoric skill of meeting people in public all but died out a generation ago. It’s an established fact that in the modern era, the future of our species rests in the palm of our hands…that is, when we have our iPhones open to Tinder, Bumble, Coffee Meets Bagel, or whatever the kids are using these days. For us, it was Hinge. History remembers that fateful Tuesday as the day big pharma told the world that Covid vaccines were safe for children. We remember it as the day Helen agreed to meet me – a complete stranger she met on the internet – at [our] house before going to a 311 concert. When she showed up half buzzed with her box of wine, I knew that it was love at first swipe... TL;DR: Helen and Knox met on Hinge, got drunk at a 311 concert, and now you have to come to Atlanta for their wedding.