Our Story

KC: We met at the wedding of our good
friends, Molly & Chris, in Jackson Hole,
Wyoming.

Brad: Well, technically that’s not when
we first met…it was actually the third
time we met.  But until Wyoming, I only
knew of you as the girl who served
mimosas on Chris’s 30th birthday
party bus. 

Yeah, and the girl who worked on her
laptop through the entire NFC Championship
game we were watching at the house
of another good friend, Dan.  Doh! 
Anyway, third time’s a charm.  Brad
gave a great speech at Molly & Chris’
rehearsal dinner, and I had my eye on
him as we all walked to the
“Million Dollar Cowboy Bar” next door.

I knew you were into me when you
bought me a drink.

I bought everyone a drink!

Well you didn’t resist when I asked you
to line dance with me.   And everyone
knows that line dancing is the
path to a woman’s heart…

As are mustaches.  You were sporting
what I thought was an ironic,
just-for-the-rehearsal-dinner ‘stache. 
Turned out it had been there for the
better part of a year.

Whatever, you loved it.  We started dancing
and opened up the dance floor.

And had our first kiss…

Once Molly gave her approval, 
(two thumbs up!), we decided
we were dates for the weekend. 

I was impressed by how uncomplicated
it all was from there.  You went out of your
way to sit next to me at lunch the next day,
and we chatted all through the evening
at the wedding reception before our
triumphant return to the dance floor
(we’re really good).

We documented the fun with a trip to the
photo booth with our best “cowboy face”

I still have those photos…do you?

Of course! Do you still have the cowboy boots
we went shopping for the next day?

Indeed! They just might need to make an
appearance at our wedding…
So, then fast forward through a year and a half of us
not talking at all…

More like 4 months!  I moved to California and
immediately started inviting you to things. 
You never made it to that Superbowl party I threw.

I was waiting for a more personal invite to hang out… 

We had a couple of near misses over the
next few months, like when Chris texted
me to get to a party that you were at  
ASAP.  By the time I got there, you had just left.

Meanwhile, I was really pressuring Dan
to set up some sort of non-obvious or
embarrassing way for me to hang out with you…

Finally I took matters into my own hands
and used the time honored tradition of
Facebook to ask you out on a date. 

You asked me out but made me pick the place,
since you were new to San Francisco. 
I figured it might not work out, but I should at least
go somewhere I'd been meaning to try.

So I headed out to Tony's Pizza in North Beach
to meet you.  It was a $20 cab ride across town
and a 2 hour wait for a table, but the waiting was the best part. 

You definitely got a realistic glimpse of life
with me when I spilled a full glass of water
all over the table within minutes of sitting down.

I thought that was more cute than awkward…

And that is why we belong together...