How We Met

Here I am, blogging about my WEDDING. The event I always said I would never have, but now can barely fall asleep at night because I'm so excited thinking about it.
Let me take a few steps back.

Meet me: Joelle, the girl who dreamed about running her own magazine since high school and put years of effort, tears and stress into making a pretty big mark in the indie music world. So much that I refused to get a "real" job and put my Communication degree to use after college. Thus, I entered the deceifully cheery, backstabbing world of Starbucks and was sucked into a deep black latte-making hole for three years while I strived, prayed and networked my way to making a name for myself as a publicist.


Enter Michael: He is one of the only good things to come out of my coffee shop days. I know I was meant to work there to meet him. Well, I did meet him in my first weeks and went on to be there for years later, but still.

I remember seeing him online to order a drink. I was working at the register and couldn't stop staring at his Dave Navarro like facial hair, black sunglasses, fur-rimmed winter coat and nose ring.

My crush continued.

Hair he is!: I heard Michael talking to a co-worker of mine he was friends with about doing hair. Soon after, I was aking him opinions on my mane ("Do anything you want to it") and had given him my digits to set up my appointment.

The rest led us down the aisle.