We like to say we met in the lobby.

We were both there with other people to see RT’s “Lion in Winter” (which was a fantastic show), and intermission was wrapping up.  I had to pee.  BADLY.

As there always is at RT, there was a line for the women’s room.  Not a soul in line for the men’s room.  Sarah has no shame, and tons of moxie, so I strolled right into the men’s room.  And occupied it.

When I came out, there was a gentleman waiting for the men’s room.

Fast forward a year and a half later.  As he was walking the stage to make sure it was safe for us to play on, I sat in the overstuffed chair stage-left.  And I thought out loud, “What if THIS was the place?  What if this was where we got married?”

And as we thought about it, it really grew on us.  Definitely an option.