...no really. We have Congressman Dave Joyce (Cleveland suburbs) to thank for introducing us! Okay, not formally...but we did meet on a campaign trip, crammed on an RV for no less than one week with fifty of our closest friends knocking doors and making calls to help Dave retain his seat in the people's House. Nothing brings you closer together than annoyed voters and a week long diet of pizza and beer!

Lisl: "Doesn't everyone invite interns on their first date? No, just me?" Not reading between the lines and friendly/inclusive by nature (and in this particular instance, to a fault), I decided to extend the offer to my interns to join Ben and me for drinks on a summer Friday evening. Ben: "It was an expensive night for Lisl. She kept feeding me drinks, so I stuck around. I did make her find an excuse to bail on them though..."

Our first real date was just the two of us, complete with an authentic speakeasy and moonlit tour of the National Mall. Notes from that evening: 1. Eat a mini dinner before taking a girl to an overpriced, swanky bar that only serves small plates and stiff cocktails; 2. Don't wear a blazer when the heat index is above 100 degrees; 3. The Jefferson Memorial is not within walking distance of the Lincoln Memorial. Trust us...we made the attempt and it's further than it looks.

Spring 2018 was kind of a whirlwind...we celebrated A LOT of birthdays, vacationed in the Dominican Republic over Easter, and apparently hiding a diamond ring in a shoebox is a heavy weight to carry for three months. April 21st rolled around and we hadn't had a date night in quite some time, so we made our way back to the speakeasy for old times' sake and ate dinner at the Italian restaurant downstairs we'd been wanting to try for a while. Instead of attempting to walk to the Jefferson Memorial, we took an Uber this time where Ben got down on one knee and proposed!