Meet Us in Minneapolis

We met at the notorious Coe Baseball House (RIP). I was a junior who never went to parties, he was a freshman who never missed a party (you're shocked, I know). I do have to give solid shout out to Cinnamon Moore for concocting just the correct tonic for me that night to be both functional and yet blithely unaware of the fact that he had cowboy boots on (or we likely wouldn't be here today). I (allegedly) approached him (shocked again, I'm sure). We didn't date until after college when he messaged me on (cringe) Facebook to see where I had ended up. I was in Texas at the time, he was in Iowa. We chatted a while back and forth and relit the flame originally ignited by the ambiance of the 1970's shag carpet and Pitbull music the Coe Baseball House so graciously provided to our story. Fast-forward a decade and we've moved to both coasts, cycled through a few jobs, adopted a geriatric dog who is afraid of her own shadow, and tackled some ridiculous obstacles together. We hope you can come celebrate with us! We have been persuaded to include some Mr.Worldwide tunes into the line up.