What started as coffee ended-up leading to dinner and a stroll through Hollywood. (You know; the clubbin’ part with lots of heels, lines of people waiting behind velvety ropes, and the occasional man pushing a shopping cart.) Joel and I were walking through reeking of Portland in our flannel, chucks, and khaki, second hand, knapsack. It was nothing short of amazing. I’m pretty sure my cheeks hurt from laughter by the end of the night.

Just a peek at a few moments with these two, and more coming this summer as they’re getting married at the Oviatt in Downtown LA. They have an amazing “meeting” story that actually started with their grandparents. (ps. No they’re not remotely related, but involves a lost love, and a mission to write a story.) Super poetic and I’m asking Sean to send over a cliffs-notes version as, like a good joke, I will just mess it up in the narration.