wedding road trip

about us

Hi, I’m Chris.

I don’t usually walk around holding golden retriever puppies. Unless I want something from Jaime. She is obsessed with golden retrievers, even though she’s never owned one. I plan on getting her one someday, as it’s the only edge up I’ll ever have on her dad.

I’m an urban planner currently living in San Francisco. I grew up in Michigan, where good, wholesome, Midwestern values were served with my Wheaties every morning. I should probably list some hobbies next, but honestly, I don’t have any. Which, according to Jaime, is a very big problem.

Hi, I’m Jaime.

I don’t normally wear cowboy hats. I’m just wearing one in this picture because a toothless man at a bar put it on my head.

I live in San Francisco, just like Chris. Which makes sense, given that we’re married now. But when we started our Wedding Road Trip, we lived in two separate apartments in two different neighborhoods. Sometimes I miss those days of uninterrupted Gossip Girl marathons and a big, empty bed all to myself.

By day, I’m a content consultant, which is a fancy way to say that I write stuff on the Internet for money. By night, I’m also a content consultant, which is a sad way of saying that I work way too many hours with zero vacation time.

We met on July 21, 2007… at a portapotty.

No, really.

Jaime: I was having a pretty crappy day (heh) and I really didn’t feel schlepping over to Dolores Park, where I had previously planned to meet up with friends to watch Sixteen Candles. In fact, I wasn’t going to go, but then my roommate said, “you’ll feel better if you leave the house.” Given the mood I was in that day, there was no doubt that she would have a better day if I was at the movies.

On my way to Dolores Park, I chatted on the phone with my cousin Allison. I remember telling her that I was finally ready to date someone (I had ended an engagement mid 2006) but I didn’t want to do the whole Match.com/EHarmony/SchoolofFishesOrWhateverThat’sCalled thing.

At the park, my “good” mood continued, in which I moaned (annoyed with me yet?) to my friend Colleen about how I would never meet someone “the regular way” in San Francisco. Colleen rolled her eyes and hauled me off to stand in line for the bathroom.

Chris: I was in a funk about life and wanted to quit my job and travel to South America, because that’s a great income generator. In fact, July 21st was the date I was supposed to take off, but I didn’t have the cajones to buy the ticket.

So, I was at Dolores Park with my friends Heather and Josh for Sixteen Candles. Josh and I went to use the portapotties. He started talking to the girl in front of him so I talked to the other girl.

Jaime: I totally thought he was gay. I mean, every guy there was dressed up like Molly Ringwald.

Chris: We talked for awhile about her work. She seemed friendly and cute and I was looking to change careers at the time, so I thought… maybe we should meet up and talk about her job. So I said… “So, Jaime at (insert company here), right?”

Jaime: And I said, “Funny, that’s my email address.”  Slick, huh?

Chris: I emailed her the next day and said we should go birdwatching or something stupid like that.

Jaime: Ya. And asked me out for that night. Of course, I declined. I’ve read The Rules.

Chris: So I canceled my Wednesday night plans and we met for pizza.

Jaime: Where, at the end of the date, he tried to swallow my head, much like a praying mantis does while mating.

Chris: Young love, so fresh, so primal.