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He didn’t plan on staying long. A New Yorker who hadn’t strayed too far from home base, the groom followed a temporary work assignment west and landed in Petaluma—a small, quirky farm town that felt worlds away from the city he knew. The bride, meanwhile, had traveled her own winding path: Denver born and Houston raised, now firmly rooted in California, making wine among the rolling hills of Sonoma County. They met the way good stories often start—over a glass. Then another. Then another. What began as a casual drink stretched effortlessly into hours, the conversation easy, the laughter unforced, the clock politely ignored. It helped that they both tend to follow their tastebuds: she works in wine, he works in beer, and they found themselves in a land of infinite tasting rooms and gastropubs to explore, one sip at a time. Along the way, they found a bounty of shared enthusiasms - live music that makes you want to dance (if awkwardly), an impressive collection of passport stamps, an ongoing quest to find the best pizza in town... Somewhere between New York and California comparisons, the groom admitted he missed going to Broadway shows. That sparked a bold idea for a second date: an all-day adventure to San Francisco for the final showing of The Book of Mormon. Ambitious? Yes? A little risky? Definitely. But it paid off. The show – packed with hilariously crude humor, had them laughing through tears and forced to abandon any notion of playing it cool on their date. When the curtain fell, neither was quite ready to call it a day, and both found perfectly reasonable excuses to linger just a little longer… Turns out, a temporary job, a shared drink, and a well-timed show were all it took for something lasting to begin.