They had been friends of friends. Until one evening they finally met, sitting near each other at group bar outing by kismet, chatting the evening away together while Liz ate Kevin’s side of fries. He was a med school student and she was a nurse, and they had so much in common: long nights filled with caffeine, thick books filled with medical terminology, and huge hearts filled with the desire to help others. Liz felt like she’d really connected with this boy, but when he left at the end of the night without her number, she wondered if maybe she’d been just a little too forward with the french fry stealing.
But a week later, Kevin used his friend-of-friends status to his advantage, and asked around with one of his friends (and, little did he know, future groomsmen) for Liz’s contact, and so began their whirlwind dating years. As explorers at heart, Kevin and Liz spent their time in between residencies and exams traveling all over the country, and when test schedules didn’t allow for plane tickets, they took to culinary tourism around their beloved city instead, where Liz didn’t have to wonder anymore if Kevin minded that she was always stealing his side of french fries.
Finally, three years after their first meeting, Liz and Kevin celebrated with all of their favorite people what they’d known years before: that they were gonna spend forever with each other. With clear blue skies, bright pink cherry blossom trees and a healthy dose of DC tourist traffic, Liz and Kevin were married on Georgetown’s campus, where Kevin had spend so much time studying in med school, at Dahlgren chapel, before dancing the night away at Sequoia at the Washington Harbor. It was one for the books, but don’t take my word for it… I’ve got the pictures to prove it.