Meanwhile, inside Top of the Hill, a restaurant/micro-brewery with a bird’s eye view of the Franklin Street scene, a young man with a brown mop-top and a beautiful blond were about to cross paths and change their lives forever. You see, Jeff had just made a New Year’s resolution to be more proactive in his search for the right girl and, unbeknownst to him, that would be the first (and probably last) New Year’s resolution he ever kept. And, with the help of a few beers of the hefeweizen variety on his part and a drink called the “Angry Pirate” on her part, he would do it in record time.

On a trip to refresh his orange wheat, 15 IBUs low hop bitterness, relatively high carbonation beverage, Jeff noticed Amy at the bar. Amy was with her then-roommate Francesca Claybrook (formerly known as Francesca Messmer and now frequently known as Amy’s matron of honor). Luckily for Jeff’s near-empty wallet, one of the aforementioned pink polo shirt-wearing frat boys had already done the honors of purchasing Amy a drink, so all Jeff had to do was push his way to the bar and be his usual charming self. The details of the ensuing conversation are hazy (hey, it's been 5 years), but Jeff overcame the inherent disadvantages of his yankee origins and questionable choice in law schools to go home with Amy's number.

A couple of weeks later, they had their first date, and the rest, as they say, is history.

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