The short version: Pittsburgh, an MBA program, a dive bar with sticky floors and zero cell service, and two people who kept showing up anyway.
Caitlin and Paul met in August 2022, when they both moved to Pittsburgh to start their MBAs at Carnegie Mellon. The very first time they met was a big group dinner at The Yard - a certified dive bar with sticky floors and close to zero cell service. (It's since become a sushi restaurant, which, in hindsight, is a considerable upgrade and much more their speed.)
They started out as friends and lived one block away from each other, and became reliable study partners for classes and exams - which is a very grad-school way of falling for someone without either of you noticing right away.
By November and December of 2022, the friendship had a pretty obvious problem: they liked each other. Turned out they also shared a genuine passion for good food, travel, and a scary number of the same interests - the kind of overlap that's hard to explain away as "just friends" for very long.
Their first date was at Legends Eatery, an Italian spot tucked into an old Pittsburgh neighborhood - chosen specifically for being far enough from campus that no classmates would spot them, just in case it didn't work out. It worked out.
They spent the rest of grad school together, which mostly just meant the restaurant list and the trip-planning got a lot more serious. Paul also started telling more jokes, which Caitlin will insist she never asked for and has never once fully approved of. She puts up with him anyway - usually right after he gets one more laugh out of her than she meant to give.
Trip planning in this relationship starts with a restaurant list, not a hotel.
Which is, conveniently, how they ended up planning a wedding a couple thousand miles from home.
To class, to each other, and - soon - to Mexico City, with all of you.
After graduation, Caitlin and Paul both landed jobs in the DC area - a plot twist neither of them fully planned, but a very good excuse to move in together. Susie the cat joined the household first.
About a year later came Kahlua the dog, at which point the apartment officially reached capacity and Paul's jokes officially had two more captive, non-consenting audience members. Susie, for her part, has already picked out a sombrero for the occasion - neither cat nor dog is invited to Mexico City, but the enthusiasm is noted.
Susie
Kahlua
Caitlin had exactly one requirement for her own proposal, stated well in advance: her nails needed to be done. This is not a thing she normally prioritizes, which made it the perfect thing for Paul to have to secretly engineer. A good friend recruited her into a last-minute manicure by texting that someone else's appointment had opened up - no suspicion raised - while Paul spent weeks insisting, completely straight-faced, that nothing was happening until fall.
In August 2026, Caitlin came home to find Susie and Kahlua both wearing bows, the whole family present and accounted for, and Paul on one knee. Nails: perfect. Answer: yes.
Now they're heading to Mexico City to celebrate with the people they love most: many cities' worth of friends and family brought to one city, one very good excuse for a trip, and a wedding at Casa Xipe to make it official.
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