Already Married, Now it's Party Time

Summer 2013, a young stud in his prime, Patrick, had recently moved from suburban Los Angeles to San Francisco to start a career as a “bond daddy” and a young innocent doe, Victoria, had made the long-distance leap from Pacifica to San Francisco. As fate would have it, these two soon to be love birds would rent apartments a mere 2 miles from each other (1.7 miles to be exact, but who’s counting). Even with all his charm and good looks, Patrick was convinced to download an application called “Tinder” on his cellular telephone at a Friendsgiving by a stranger and Victoria downloaded the same application for the sole purpose of finding Patrick and nothing else. Within the first couple of days on this new amazing piece of technology, Patrick and Victoria swiped right on each other's profiles and struck up a conversation. After some lovely chatting and wooing, Vicki invited Patrick to meet him at a bar for drinks and to watch football. To Patrick’s surprise, Vicki had invited him to her friend’s birthday gathering and was “less than sober” when he showed up, so as any gentleman with a chivalrous bone in his body would do, Patrick ordered two IPAs to play catch up immediately. Patrick was smitten with Vicki from the get-go and for possibly the first time ever (definitely the last) Vicki barely talked during the first encounter but Patrick was determined to deserve his coffee the next morning and closed for Vicki’s number. Patrick quickly asked Vicki to join him, as well as his brother Byron Merrill (best man) and one of his best friends Hugh Barber (groomsmen), for a night on the town. Vicki swooped in, game time ready, to make up for her lack of talking the weekend before and was on point. They laughed, danced (lots of arm flailing and white-man shuffling), and talked the whole night like no one else was in the room (probably came off rude to the others with us). 7 years later, two cross-country moves, an MBA, and a Kiwi later, they got married!