If not for chicken wings I wouldn't have met Matt.

That's right, Wing Wednesday at the local pub in Princeton was where we met. It was maybe my second or third week in Princeton when my roommate and landlord insisted I come out and meet people she knew for wings and a beer. I agreed after some persuasion and met a few local teachers, including Matt.

From there we quickly became friends, going on random car rides in the summer with music blasting out the windows and a lot of laughter. He brought me out of my comfort zone and helped me more parts of this beautiful province, he truly opened my eyes to so much.

Although it may not seem the most romantic place to meet, it was memorable. A pint of 1516 and chicken wings is still one of our favourite meals.

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