We are getting Married!

Like any great modern romance, ours started with a simple swipe. Scott liked my profile, and I liked his—but our true connection began on our first date at 10 Barrel Brewing. I showed up in a crisp, white coat, and Scott immediately (and incorrectly) decided I was some kind of high-society rich girl. That misperception lasted exactly as long as it took for the bartender to deliver the nachos. As I proceeded to stuff my face with cheesy, glorious abandon, Scott realized his mistake. The banter flew as fast as the chips, and by the time he walked me romantically to my car, we both knew we had found someone truly special (and someone who definitely wasn't afraid of carbs). Since then, we've traded the pub for the powder, making skiing our favorite winter passion, and still sneaking in a date night for our guilty pleasure: those famous 10 Barrel nachos.