Oh hey, it's you!

A night about four or five months ago, yet for some reason I remember all of this. "I dropped you at Sabala's. You were determined to pick up this guy you were after—you had decided that now was the time." She starts laughing, and I ask, "How did that work out, anyway?" It would seem it worked out rather well. "He proposed just the other day. So it seems my casual lay is going to be my husband."

"Wow, that's amazing. What a great story!" She's delighted to have run into me again, so that she could share her story, and then relay the coincidence to her newly minted fiancé. I ask about wedding plans. I myself got ordained back when Multnomah County legalized same-sex marriages, going down to the courthouse to marry folks as they came out with licenses. She asks for my card, thinking they might want to ask me to do it, and I assure them that it's a trivial matter to get ordained online, that they should have a friend do it. I'm flattered to be asked, but it really should be someone close to them. That's the beauty of the Universal Life Church, after all.