Our story doesn't even start with us! In 2019 we were introduced by our two best friends, Luke Yargo (bestman) and Sara Zunker (bridesmaid). Without their matchmaking skills Mason and I would maybe have never met.

It's Howdy week August of 2019... I just completed my summer courses and was ready to have fun before fall semester started. Sara, being the encouraging person she is, invited me to go out with her to Northgate. Little did I know she was scheming to introduce me to my future husband. It turned out to be a night for reckoning, like a plotted TV show, Sara and I ran into our friend groups throughout college one by one. And needless to say by the end of the night I was several saki bombs deep and quickly accomplishing my task of having fun. Not to my recollection, but to Mason's, he apparently bought two drinks at Logies, one for me and one for him (obviously), but for my tipsy friend and myself that was not so obvious... We took both drinks for ourselves, and somehow ended the night eating cheese fries without Mason. So while Mason has a clear memory of meeting me that night ... unfortunately I have a very, vague memory of meeting him.

He was relentless! The next day after I pulled myself together, Sara informed me of a fish fry that I must attend. Well, being that I don't eat fish, I questioned the invitation, and Sara told me I had to desperately redeem myself after meeting Mason last night. And I said, Mason who?

After stalking on social media I decided to give the guy another chance. I walked into this house for the fish fry, knowing no one but Sara and clung to her like a gum on a shoe. But it didn't take long until I had met my new best friend -- the man who made me a single hamburger on top of all the fish because a little birdie told him about my picky palette. The same man who dared me to take a tequila shot with him after dinner, even though I was slowly recovering from the night before. And the same man who would later have his ego checked, when his future wife kicked his butt in a game of washers.

Our story may not be a classic "one for the age’s", but we sure are thankful for our best friends who played the matchmaker card, for without them we would not have found each other.

Rehearsal Dinner

Reception