One dark and stormy day, Travis was bored at work in Cheektowaga, NY where he sat scrolling Bumble. Swipe... swipe... swipe... MATCH! Somehow, he duped Sam into swiping right. They chatted for a few days, and finally set a date a week or two out since they were both so very busy. Being the gentleman that he is, Travis made the voyage all the way to Hamburg, NY to a little place called JP Fitzgeralds. This is where they met for the first time. Had drinks. Had dinner. Then sat outside on the patio and talked for 3 hours after dinner. 1st dates rarely last 4+ hours. But Sam was a glutton for punishment. A shoulder surgery, career change, 8 weddings, moving in together, buying a new house together, moving again, and a few holidays later, Travis took Sam back to JP's for their 'anniversary' (a month early by accident) and once again, Sam made a horribly terrible decision and said yes to marrying Travis. That brings us to now, and all you fuckers are invited to our wedding. Don't be lame. Come party with us, but only if you're gonna be fun.

With Love,

Sam and Travis