I arrived in Asheville just shy of New Year's Eve, 2000.

New acquaintances invited me to a party where I met a lot of my current friends, along with my husband, Lance.

We were married at the Log Cabin Motor Court by a B-film director dressed as a Mexican Wresting Priest. We Milli-Vanillied our vows, pre-recording them that morning and playing them back on a boombox.