This whole love story started over a bet over 5 and half months ago. In March of 2016, we both ended up being at a mutual friend’s house for a fried halibut night (shout out to the Harris family for that!). Being that we had so many of the same friends, Brian and I never crossed paths. I mean, we were at a few past parties together, but never talked to the other. While at this party, a group of some tipsy individuals (team picture below ;)) decided to do a “March Madness no drinking” competition. Each person paid $100 to participate, with the hopes that after 1 month of no drinking, we could at the very least get our money back. Because all rational decisions come when you’ve already had a few too many, ammirite? Now this next month was a tough one. So tough in fact, that 1 person already failed the next afternoon. Easiest $100 ever earned. And by week 2, damn near the whole group already failed. And no, don’t you “….but it was a mulligan weekend!!” me, Shay! ;) I hung tough. No one knew what Brian was up to that month. He says he was working long days, but I’m sure he had a drink or two in secret ;) Just like the ever-burning question “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?” The world may never know of Brians’ endeavors that month. Okay, so here we are. April 1st. The only two winners of this bet were Brian and I. We got to split a $700 jackpot! So that night, Brian took his shot, and asked to have my first drink on him. We met for ONE drink that night. A Bud Light if I remember correctly (I am a Bud Light girl after all. ;) And well, the rest is history. So to put it simply, when one asks how we met—we just look at each other and say “we won a bet!”