Fifteen years ago, I got married, and it was a weird, surreal experience. It was April 9th of the year 2000, weird morning. We spent nearly every night together anyway, so we get up in the morning. Scott picks me up, I go to the house – the very house we’re living in now. I’m putting on my shirt and tie, Scott puts on his shirt and tie, actually he had a full suit, he looked way better than me. People look at the pictures they think he’s the one getting married, but that came five years later. He had a leak, a pipe burst or something in the basement and we’re putting on our shirts and ties and we’re fixing the leak in the basement.
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