I was finishing up my last semester in college, and got a job at this company where I thought I was getting at great opportunity (thought being the operative word, but that's not the story I am telling right now). The first week that I started, my company was sending everyone to a conference in Nashville, Tennessee. I was excited about my new job and this amazing opportunity to travel somewhere I'd never been before. I had just turned 21 so I was also excited to go bar hoping in a new city and looking forward to having all kinds of fun. In the airport while waiting to board the plane, I ordered myself a Jack and Coke and went to go sit down somewhere. There was one table with an open seat so I walked over and asked the guy sitting there if the seat was taken and he said no. I learned his name was Dave, and we spent the next 15-20 minutes just laughing and joking around. The plane was ready for people to start boarding, so we packed up our stuff and started walking over to the gate, and his friend Mike joined up with us. Mike was nothing shy of gorgeous, extremely cocky, but gorgeous. We ended up sitting next to each other on the plane just talking about life, laughing and joking around, comparing notes on the books we had brought to read on the flight and sharing a few drinks. Once we landed we checked into our rooms and the three of us met up again and hit the town. We went to the first bar and Mike ordered a gin and tonic, and Dave and I gave him endless flack about ordering such a girly drink, as we were both Jack fans, so he quickly manned up and got on our boat.
About a month later, while applying for our marriage license, we decided to screw all the plans we were making and just get married at the court house (quick back story on that one is that I really wanted to just elope, but he really felt like we should have a more traditional wedding, in the end I won). We called our parents and told them our plans, and gave them the time and place in case they wanted to be there (more of a be there or be square situation). And we tied the knot. Best decision we ever made. So here we are two years later, with out happy baby and our happy little love story. But I think the funniest thing about our whole story is that last night when we were talking about Valentine's days past, we weren't reminiscing about what a great story we have, we were just sad about our bikes, gotta have priorities, right?