How bout that ride in?

It was a Thursday in March 2024. The sun was out, the cocktails were flowing, and the boys had declared it “Opening Day”—a sacred holiday marking the first patio drink of the season. But this particular Opening Day? Oh, it was legendary. Enter Molly: freshly relocated to D.C., one month into her new life, still figuring out which way was north and how to pronounce “Potomac.” One fateful afternoon, she wandered into Salt Line wearing a green dress that wasn’t hers and knee-high black boots that definitely were. She was accompanied by Anna Blake Langley, who had recently been canoodling with one of Tracy’s friends (we won’t name names). Spotting Tracy and his crew, Anna Blake made the intro of a lifetime: “Tracy, you have to meet my friend Molly. She’s crazy and you’ll love her!” Tracy didn’t hesitate. He latched on like a koala to a eucalyptus tree. Who could blame him? He dropped his number into Molly’s phone faster than you can say “Norovirus.” Speaking of which—Walker and Mia Barrett’s Mexico wedding was tragically canceled due to a viral outbreak, leaving Tracy conveniently in town and emotionally available that weekend. From that moment on, he was hooked. They’ve basically been inseparable ever since. Now, Molly—former jewelry industry insider and jewelry design sketch queen—had a dream ring design tucked away. Tracy, ever the romantic, took that sketch and turned it into reality. On Christmas Day, he showed up in Memphis with the ring and a very important question. (Have you seen the ring? Move over Kim K.) Today, they live in Alexandria, VA with their daughter, Priscilla PresZea. Together, they’re building their political powerhouse empire—one barge crash and bridge collapse at a time. And now? They’re headed to Sin City to celebrate with their nearest and dearest. Viva love. Viva Vegas. Viva Las Zeagas. Below is a photo captured of Tracy putting his number in my phone on Opening Day. Bless it.