It all began on a Saturday night we both almost stayed home. A mutual friend’s birthday was being celebrated at a little dive bar called Shenanigans (yes, that’s really the name — it should’ve been our first clue). Neither of us planned on going, but at the last minute, we both showed up. Fate, apparently, likes a good happy hour. From the moment we met, the conversation was effortless — quick banter, playful smiles, and just the right amount of sarcasm. He bought me a drink, I made him laugh, and we somehow ended up heading to another bar. That’s where he completely charmed me… His friends later told us they could tell from the start that something special was unfolding. The very next day, he became my knight in shining armor (or more accurately, joggers and a T-shirt) when he rescued me from a tailgate where my phone had died and, well… let’s just say I had slightly overestimated my ability to pace myself. I was sure I had blown my chances. But on Monday, my phone lit up with a text from him asking me out on our first "real" date. That first date took us to one of my favorite restaurants and then — in true “us” fashion — another dive bar, where we played pool, shut the place down, and laughed until our faces hurt. At one point, he overheard me tell someone, “I’m going to marry him.” Turns out, I was right. And here we are — still laughing, still closing down bars from time to time, and still knowing without a doubt that fate really does love a little shenanigans.