I've been wondering how to tell you the story of our upcoming wedding
on 10-10-10
here at the Daye. Well, this morning I woke up today and found out that apparently the 10.10.10 wedding is not exactly an original idea so I decided to start our story today.

Our story really has nothing to do with 42 or 10-10-10. It all started on 10-10-04 when we happened to meet. Conveniently we just happened to be on the Eiffel tower
in Paris
on our fourth anniversary of meeting and David asked me to marry him. I said yes and we set the date: 10-10-09!
YES, 10-10-09. Shortly thereafter we realized good friends of ours were getting married on 10-09-09 and that most of our friends would therefore probably be hungover and tired for our wedding. It was the right decision. I think we finally went to bed at 6 am following that wedding!
The solution; wait a year. The result of this decision is well; 42.
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