Wedding. 4 Weeks. Done and Done.

Here is the story of how the Bong and I came to be married:

We actually met at a wedding. That never happens. Only, it did. Two weeks later, the Bong was transferred to Portland. 5 months later, I packed up a U-Haul and we did the Oregon Trail. Then the Bong lost his job. R.I.P. Vidoop. Along with losing his job, he also lost his work visa making him an illegal immigrant. Solution: Marriage, of course.