come for the vows. stay for the booze.

He shot me a message online, then ghosted when I replied. Months later we ran into each other at the one and only Scooters Bar & Grill, downed one too many tequilas, and learned I’m seven years older (and he graduated with Max—oops). He drove me home in a bedazzled elf costume; I woke up at his parents’ house, waved goodbye, and swore I don’t usually dress like this (I do). He hasn’t ghosted since. Little did his parents know they’d just met their future daughter-in-law—in an elf costume—on that fateful morning. Love is love.