FI and I met at Gold Cup, a big steeplechase horse race in Virginia that is an excuse to tailgate and booze a lot while wearing sundresses and hats.  I had something in my eye on the drive up on the bus and the firs thing he said to me was, "Usually people cry on the bus ride home, not the way there."  True love.  Ha.

Here we are again at Gold Cup, a year after we met,  clearly doing the aforementioned activities.