I had moved out to Newport Beach, CA to work as an investment analyst over the summer between my third and fourth years at the University of Virginia. One weekend several of my girlfriends headed up to Los Angeles to experience one of the city's hottest tourist attractions – The Saddle Ranch – a “rock-western” bar on Sunset Strip with a mechanical bull. They ultimately spent the night partying with David Beckham, but I unfortunately (or fortunately as fate would have it) missed the weekend of celebrity hob-knobbing as I was home for Cabell’s graduation. Not to worry, the first weekend I was back in CA my friends and I headed to The Saddle Ranch. There was no David Beckham to be seen, but I did notice a guy in a shirt with a popped collar. I know that seems par for the course for most of you but that’s just not the case in LA. As you have probably guessed, Craig was the guy in the collared shirt. He ended up introducing himself, and I knew that when I told him I had graduated from UVA and he said Virginia, I had found someone special. Everyone in CA at that point had mistaken my UVA for UofA – Arizona. We talked briefly about growing up on the East Coast, attending awesome southern schools, and our love of the South before toasting the “North Carolina/Virginia border” with neon blue shots. My friends and I ended up leaving shortly thereafter, but Craig called two days later and set up three dates for the following week. The “First Date” story is actually far better than the “How We Met” story, but Craig gets the honor of telling that one. So grab him at some point over our wedding weekend, and he’ll indulge you! Now, six years after The Saddle Ranch encounter, we are so excited to be headed back to VA to celebrate this special time in our lives with all of you.