It was 2011, and there we were: just two cuties minding our Salt Lake City business. Ash had just gotten back to Utah from Occupy DC and thought hell was other people. The last thing she wanted to do was go to an Occupy brunch. Ren was going to school pursuing a long, self-titled major (she'll never tell!) doing drag with her best bud, and helping seniors avoid bathroom slip-and-falls at a local community design firm. She didn't normally do political breakfasts either. But there they both were: one with a puff paint I Have Feelings tank top and red pants, making sure blowhards didn't get us off the agenda, the other in bright green tights, appreciating the effort. SWOON. Ash was in like already, so she began her usual mating ritual: Inviting Ren to do increasingly elaborate things with ever-higher stakes. Build a traveling circus bandwagon for political street theater? Check. Come to a Christmas party where you read a personal essay to a room full of strangers? Yep. Collect 25,000 signatures to put an anti-corporate resolution on Salt Lake's ballot? Ren was smitten. And let's face it, folks: you can't try to attach antique wagon wheels to a large wagon structure without either hating each other and falling in love. Ash and Ren chose the latter. Since then, it's been seven pretty amazing years of increasingly extravagant parties, schemes, dreams and adventures. Cross-country road trips stamping money. Canyoneering trips. Moving to NYC. Drag softball. Tinsel dresses. Cabins in the woods. And, finally, a backpacking trip to Yellowstone, where Ren dropped a knee and gave Ash a rainbow heart locket from Claire's. As soon as Ash realized Ren wasn't picking up micro-trash, SHE SAID YES. Then their friends jumped out of the bushes with chocolate pudding. Perfection. So far so good. Now Ren and Ash are planning the biggest, weirdest party of all: a long life together, with a crazy pub-quiz-meets-square-dance-meets-singalong-meets-talent-show to kick it all off.