On a random Wednesday night in July, I was running late to meet my best friend at Miller's Ale House. When I arrived, I sat next to my friend who was talking with two other guys. I remarked that the guy across the bar in the red Phillies cap was cute. While the three of them them were talking, Jim mentioned that he had been married twice before so I leaned across the bar and said dude please tell me you would not get married again and he said he would if the right person came along. We all began talking and after awhile, he and I moved next to each other, and, after talking for an hour or so, exchanged phone numbers. We began talking that night and we never stopped talking from that moment forward....three years later, the wedding you are invited to was the end result of that random conversation, on a random Wednesday evening, at a random bar.