LIZ + NICK

I was interviewed by a guy named Nick. After the interview, I told my best friend I was going to marry him.

After I graduated college, I ran away to New Mexico for the summer to try to figure out life. While I was there I ran into an ex-boyfriend who jerked me around for a few weeks before I got fed up with him. I decided to get my act together and answered a Craigslist ad for a photography internship. Next thing I know, I’m on a plane back to New York for an interview. I was interviewed by a guy named Nick. After the interview, I told my best friend that I was going to marry him. She said, “Well then you better get the job.” Well, I did get the job, and the husband.

 

 

 

We never really had a first date. We worked together and over time became best friends. One night I grew impatient and decided to kiss him. This is how it went: Me: “Nick, truth or dare?” Nick: “Truth.” Me: “Lame!” And then I pounced. I can’t say what my plan was with this technique, but it worked. I always knew Nick was the guy for me, but I finally understood how much he liked me on the week of my 25th birthday. We were supposed to go to a live storytelling show with Malcom Gladwell, but Nick texted me at the last minute that he couldn’t make it due to a work conflict. I was furious. I decided to go alone, but I wrote down the wrong address and got lost. This really fueled my rage.

 

The entire subway ride home I was making a list of things that needed to change in our relationship. When I got back, I heard Nick calling my name and I spun around, ready to lay it on him. In his hands was a tiny, little white animal with one black ear. “Is it a bunny?” I asked. Nick laughed and turned the mystery animal towards me. It was a French bulldog puppy and the list of offenses vanished from my mind. The breeder had said someone else was interested in the pup, so Nick dropped everything to drive out to Coney Island and get him. We like to joke that if Nick had not brought home a puppy, we would not be married today.

 

 

I was the first to say “I love you” and it wasn’t pretty. There was a combination of wine, whiskey, and the phrase “My love for you cannot contain the vomit.” Nick took more time, which frustrated me but now that I know him better, I know that he does not speak until he has thought something all the way through. The proclamation came after our first separation in 10 months. I picked him up at the airport and he kissed me and said he loved me. I told him I loved him too.

 

He popped the question 5 years later. I always knew I wanted to get married where I spent most of my childhood, Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. As a college student, I worked at the Ranch as a wrangler and took people out on horseback throughout the day and I told every group that I was going to get married on that mesa. Our first year dating, I made him hike out to that mesa. I told him this is where we were getting married. He laughed and said it wasn’t a problem.

 

 

We got married on July 31st, monsoon season in New Mexico. When we told people we were getting married outdoors, they all said they would pray for no rain. The day of our wedding there was a rain storm heading towards my mesa. The ceremony seemed to hold the storm back, but the clouds gave us a bright yellow light during the ceremony and a beautiful rainbow. A good day indeed.

 

My dad walked me down the aisle, but it was so long that he started walking really fast to get us there. I had to tell him to slow down so we could work the moment. Our friends sang “First Day of My Life” by Bright Eyes, red dirt gathered on my white dress, and it smelled like juniper and sage. Our wedding cake was from Momofuku Milk Bar and was decorated with flowers, tons of layers of custard and Papabubble candies. Afterwards, we danced into the night, then ate s'mores and sang around a campfire.