As promised, here is the story of how Greg and I met, as told by myself AND Greg. Also as promised, I literally copied and pasted this from off of our wedding website. The only difference is I added some more expletives and took it from "G" rated to "PG", since I don't have to worry about Aunt Barbara reading this and praying for my soul...yet. Without further ado...
Casey: It all began on a fateful December evening in Florence, Italy. Casey was nestled by the fire in the study of an ancient Florentine mansion, reading War and Peace while creating new algebraic formulas. She was sipping on tea and enjoying a peaceful night. As luck would have it, Gregory stumbled upon the very same Florentine mansion! Except of course he was there to compose a brief symphony, Skype with the head of national security, and maybe perhaps even write some poetry.
Greg: Hmm, no. This is not quite right. As I recall, I had come by way of the fine establishment so as to indulge in a fine scotch and to fawn over my favorite under-linings from Hemingway. When I walked into the bar - by jove - I noticed this beautiful young lady in the parlor! Making a quick decision on how best to play on this lucky situation I had found myself in, I twirled the hair on my muttonchops and approached the young lass!
Casey: It all began on a fateful December evening in Florence, Italy. Casey was nestled by the fire in the study of an ancient Florentine mansion, reading War and Peace while creating new algebraic formulas. She was sipping on tea and enjoying a peaceful night. As luck would have it, Gregory stumbled upon the very same Florentine mansion! Except of course he was there to compose a brief symphony, Skype with the head of national security, and maybe perhaps even write some poetry.
Greg: Hmm, no. This is not quite right. As I recall, I had come by way of the fine establishment so as to indulge in a fine scotch and to fawn over my favorite under-linings from Hemingway. When I walked into the bar - by jove - I noticed this beautiful young lady in the parlor! Making a quick decision on how best to play on this lucky situation I had found myself in, I twirled the hair on my muttonchops and approached the young lass!
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*Side note: WTF was I thinking with that hair color? Like having George Whipple status, dark eyebrows would work well with bleach blonde?
Casey: Okay, I’m not really sure where Greg is taking this story but after hearing the phrase” twirled the hair on my muttonchops”, I’m going to interject. MAYBE the truth is, I was actually sitting at one of our favorite bars in Florence, The Clubhouse, drinking my first and only glass of wine of the evening. I noticed this guy sitting to my right and he kept looking over at me - so I did the polite thing, and ignored him.
Greg: Okay no muttonchops, but she was the first thing I noticed when I walked in. I forget who spoke first but we both smiled at each other before anything was said. After the regular pleasantries we spoke about how we both found ourselves in Florence. It was at this time I disclosed that although I was currently just visiting for the week, I had been a long time aficionado of the city since my Army days of being stationed in Italy.
Greg: Okay no muttonchops, but she was the first thing I noticed when I walked in. I forget who spoke first but we both smiled at each other before anything was said. After the regular pleasantries we spoke about how we both found ourselves in Florence. It was at this time I disclosed that although I was currently just visiting for the week, I had been a long time aficionado of the city since my Army days of being stationed in Italy.
Casey: I also don’t remember how we started talking, but we ended up having a nice conversation… that consisted 98% of Greg talking. This is when I learned that Greg likes to talk. A lot. He’s lucky that I loved listening to him! It’s also when I learned how passionate he was about the Army, Florence, and his family. Oh, and beer. He was definitely passionate about beer.
Greg: I guess sometimes I might get carried away with my rants, but she should have felt lucky, some people pay tens of thousands of dollars a year to have such wisdom imparted upon them.....
Casey: If by "wisdom" you mean "the best beer on tap at Lion's Fountain" then sure. Anyway, I ended up convincing Greg that he needed to study at the school I was currently attending, Lorenzo de Medici. This was only the beginning of my life-long career of telling Greg what to do.
Greg: I guess sometimes I might get carried away with my rants, but she should have felt lucky, some people pay tens of thousands of dollars a year to have such wisdom imparted upon them.....
Casey: If by "wisdom" you mean "the best beer on tap at Lion's Fountain" then sure. Anyway, I ended up convincing Greg that he needed to study at the school I was currently attending, Lorenzo de Medici. This was only the beginning of my life-long career of telling Greg what to do.
Greg: Capitalizing on the good information that she gave me on where to attend for the following Autumn, I enrolled at Lorenzo de'Medici. We stayed in contact during the next eight months - by that I mean she would call and harass me as to whether or not I would be returning to Florence and vice versa.
Casey: You wish! I didn't even have your phone number. He actually would find reasons to send me messages, "casually asking" about the enrollment process. As fate would have it, we both ended up back in our beloved Florence, in the fall of 2011. Where I immediately began harassing him about finding an apartment, instead of sleeping on the couch of our friend, Tyler Poggi©. (Tyler is kind of a big deal, so we needed to copyright his name).
Casey: You wish! I didn't even have your phone number. He actually would find reasons to send me messages, "casually asking" about the enrollment process. As fate would have it, we both ended up back in our beloved Florence, in the fall of 2011. Where I immediately began harassing him about finding an apartment, instead of sleeping on the couch of our friend, Tyler Poggi©. (Tyler is kind of a big deal, so we needed to copyright his name).
Greg: To stop her harassing, I asked her to meet me over drinks one evening so that she could help me out in finding good accommodations. Low and behold, she stood me up and didn't come meet me that evening until I was about to head back to my couch.
Casey: He will tell this story over and over again, but the truth is - I did NOT stand him up. This was actually only the beginning of Greg's realization that he has problems communicating in the English language. Anyway, after arriving at our local pub, I saw Greg, as I assumed I would, since he had told me "he might be there later on for a few drinks, maybe see you there". He looked a little upset as he explained that I was late. This was my first hint that he might, possibly, have a little crush on me. Either that or he was very punctual. (Ha...ha...ha...ha....ha). Again, I shrugged it off. Until the very next night, when he finally confirmed my suspicions and (Grandma stop reading) he got up the nerve to kiss me! There were fireworks and the people of Florence started singing joyously in the streets!
Casey: He will tell this story over and over again, but the truth is - I did NOT stand him up. This was actually only the beginning of Greg's realization that he has problems communicating in the English language. Anyway, after arriving at our local pub, I saw Greg, as I assumed I would, since he had told me "he might be there later on for a few drinks, maybe see you there". He looked a little upset as he explained that I was late. This was my first hint that he might, possibly, have a little crush on me. Either that or he was very punctual. (Ha...ha...ha...ha....ha). Again, I shrugged it off. Until the very next night, when he finally confirmed my suspicions and (Grandma stop reading) he got up the nerve to kiss me! There were fireworks and the people of Florence started singing joyously in the streets!
Greg: It was right out of a Nicholas Sparks novel....except set in Florence... instead of the Carolina coast. Be that as it may, it was the best, most perfect moment that makes me smile whenever I think of it.
Casey: Aw! It really was the perfect moment. Okay, enough of the mush - we're either a) putting everyone to sleep or b) making them want to projectile vomit. Suffice to say, that kiss was how it all began - and we've literally never looked back since then.
Casey: Aw! It really was the perfect moment. Okay, enough of the mush - we're either a) putting everyone to sleep or b) making them want to projectile vomit. Suffice to say, that kiss was how it all began - and we've literally never looked back since then.
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