Patrick's Version
I met Tammy at a birthday party of a mutual friend, Nancy Ho. Nancy introduced her to me and my first thought was "wow, she's cute. Bet she has some goofy lawyer boyfriend" and I didn't give it another thought.
As we talked, I kept thinking "this woman is amazing! It's really too bad about the boyfriend...". At one point when Tammy wasn't looking, Nancy mouthed the words "she's single and she's great" to me. I was flummoxed. What happened to the goofy lawyer boyfriend? It didn't matter. It was on. Thankfully, I was wearing my super lucky porkpie hat and a wicked shirt that I'd picked up in Lao that showed off my new muscles. Plus I had a tan. Later, when we went to a local bar I pulled out my best dance moves. Poor girl didn't stand a chance. A couple of hours (and many mojitos) later, after hours of endless charming conversation, I left the bar with her number. Boo ya!
Tammy's Version
Just before I met Pat, I went to a wedding that, without exaggeration, changed my life. As a new lawyer, I'd been working ridiculous hours and was considering moving to the Cayman Islands, thinking that if being a lawyer meant working this hard, I might as well sweat it out in a tropical, tax free haven.
The weekend of Kristina and Damian's wedding was the first weekend that I had taken off in a long time. I actually forgot about work, hung out with awesome friends that I never made time to see and got to be a part of the coolest wedding that I'd ever been to (it was a surprise wedding at a comedy theatre!!).
My memory leaves a lot to be desired, but I will NEVER forget how happy Kristina, Damian and their daughter Nicola looked that day. It was then that I realized that I'd gotten my priorities all mixed up. I knew then that if I moved to the Caymans, I'd end up a bitter lawyer who regretted wasting years working around the clock. Very soon after the wedding, I thanked them both for sharing their super awesome day and pulling my head out of my ass.
And wouldn't you know it, Pat appeared a few weeks later. With his great big smile, crazy dance moves, the kindest eyes I'd ever seen and that bloody hat (that's how I knew that he wasn't too good to be true).
Two years later, Damian, an ordained minister with the Universal Life Church, is going to marry us at the Camp and Kristina is going to be in the wedding party. Oh yeah, I'm still listening to Pat go on about falling for his lines...
