Hi! If you’re reading this, you’ve been invited to Michael and Samara’s wedding! Or not, and then, this is awkward.  Anyway, how we met is a question we often get from strangers once we’ve already discussed the weather and the slowness of the elevators in our building. Like most romances, we met while attending a fraternity formal with other dates. In 2011, Zeta Beta Tau (RIP) held its annual weekend of debauchery in Key West. After a long semester of working hard, we deserved some time away from (checks notes) the sunny beaches of Miami. The first night, we hit it off, mostly over looking like wax figures in every picture we took.  The following night, Michael proceeded to roast his brothers, drawing hoots, hollers, two angry phone calls, but most importantly - Samara’s attention. Upon our return to Coral Gables, Michael friended Samara on Facebook, which is a very old sentence. We would have our first kiss at a bar in Coconut Grove a couple weeks later, and then wouldn’t see each other for months because of summer break. We kept in touch, and had our first official date upon our return to Coral Gables. Michael remembers Samara being captivated by the Ravens game on the television inside the restaurant. “Wow! A girl who loves football so much she’s watching preseason,” Michael thought, immediately impressed. Of course, he later found out she didn’t realize it was preseason, and “love” is more like “tolerate” but it was too late.  We have experienced incredible highs and life-changing lows. But we have experienced them together, and there’s no other way we’d have it. Now, we are ecstatic that you will be there to experience the highest of ours highs with us.  Thank you for taking the time to read this. Please tell Samara how much you like it. This was literally the only thing I was allowed to contribute. Love, Michael and Samara