I met Becky in college.
She was taking classes to get her degree, and I was working for the greenkeeping crew.
We were definitely a mismatched pair, with an affluent rich kid dating a rough-hewn boy from the other side of the tracks. Our chemistry could not be denied, but we kept our relationship quiet for several months. On weekends Becky and I would get in my truck and drive for a few hours, then find a nice hotel for the weekend. One such trip took us to the city of Seattle, where our lives changed forever. We were drunk, we were in love, and we were completely stoned on some of that killer Seattle cannabis. On a lark we decided to get married, which was very easy to do at that point in Seattle. The next morning we woke up and were both somewhat surprised to find that we were husband and wife. This made our lives complicated, but we stuck together through thick and thin. To this very day whenever Becky and I get stressed out and need a break we go back to Seattle. Seattle is our touchstone, the place that brought us together, and keeps bringing us back together every time we visit. We always rent a room at the same coastal Seattle hotel, load up on booze and cannabis products, and try to relive our impromptu honeymoon. Becky and I have been married for seven years now, and things are a little stressful right now so I am planning out our next great Seattle getaway.