Join us for a long weekend celebrating love, mariachis and tacos.

Liz had just moved to town from Los Angeles, along with all the other transplants who had recently fled California. Chris – who was annoyed by all these Californians taking over Austin – nevertheless agreed to join his buddy, Weston, for happy hour with a girl from LA, who was looking to make some connections in her new city. Liz arrived in cowboy boots, typical move for a transplant. But, after some cheeky back and forth banter, she made clear she was not just any LA gal. Intrigued, Chris invited Liz on a trip to Waco just a few days later. While there, he sneakily ordered her too many margaritas and then dropped her into a party with about 100 of his friends (all of this was a complete surprise to her). He called it a “test date.” A few days later, Liz had her revenge by taking Chris on a date to get injected with frog poison. And, no, not the kind that makes you see weird things and perhaps changes your life…rather, it was the kind that “cleans out your system” with a whole lot of extricated bodily fluids. Chris suffered through it, not too happily, but with gritted teeth and an invitation to drink more margaritas right afterward. Margaritas are clearly a theme in our lives. Those two dates, though, set in motion a whirlwind of a romance – culminating in us moving in together just a few months after. Three years have since passed. Many more margaritas have been consumed…no more frog poison, thank God. And here we are, so very very excited to celebrate our marriage with our closest friends and family. Just as y’all have joined us along the way, even from our very first meeting, you join us now to watch us commit ourselves to a lifetime of love and fidelity. Thank you for your presence. We can’t wait to have margaritas with you in a few short months!