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It was a rare, warm evening in San Francisco circa 2012. Matt was out with some friends, including his then-roommate (now best man) Taylor and Taylor's then-girlfriend (now wife) Jenny. The couple had invited a new coworker (Margie) to join. Matt immediately took notice of this new “colleague.” Unlike his friends, his interests in her were most certainly not of a professional nature. He was first drawn to her blue-green eyes and copper hair and was pleased to learn, quite quickly thereafter, that she was spirited and fun-loving. They proceeded to a Thai restaurant at which they sampled their first (then fourth and fifth) lychee martini. Before the night was out, Margie had asked for Matt’s number and invited herself to his sister’s wedding, to be held in Carmel that spring. A short romance ensued but, for reasons unknown or unmentioned, it did not work out between them. Although they had no shortage of fun during their lighting-rod courtship, they each had a little growing up to do. Due to a combination of chance and the limited square mileage of San Francisco, they saw each other a handful of times over the years. It was clear the connection was not lost, alas the timing was never quite right. They occasionally exchanged songs via Spotify Messenger — a tactic that kept their tenuous relationship afloat during the “hiatus” years until one day, fatefully, Spotify disabled their messenger function. They had no other choice than to start communicating like modern adults, via text #millenials. The texts grew more and more frequent until Matt mustered up the courage to say “it’d be nice to see you.” It's worth mentioning that Matt had moved to Fresno in the middle of the aforementioned "hiatus," roughly 200 miles from San Francisco. After a wedding in Mendocino, he claimed to be “swinging through” the city (it's also worth mentioning that SF is not exactly en route). It was a perfect San Francisco day when they met for lunch and a beach walk. The rest is history.