With bagpipes whining and whiskey wafting, what started off as a case of mistaken identity turned into finding ourselves in a deep, lifelong love. We met at a Scottish festival in Phoenix, where I (Emily) was volunteering just to get out of the house, and Dave was playing flute with his Celtic punk band in an attempt to relive the glory days. We met by accident and spent a couple hours walking around, petting Irish wolfhounds, and laughing as Dave tried to show me how to play the whistle. Later that evening, he wrote, “Remember me. I will remember you. Come have an adventure in Tulsa.” Neither of us imagined we would do exactly that. Fast forward hundreds of hours spent sharing our souls over the phone, our “first date” week in Carlsbad NM, and driving a U-Haul through a Texas tornado, and we began our Oklahoman adventure. We’ve been falling deeper and harder in love ever since.
