20 years ago we woke up in Vegas, and much like the previous couple of days we asked “shall we get married today?” Unlike the spa and shopping and gambling days leading up to this we both said “sure, why not”. So now, 20 years later we can wake up in a hotel room in Tunisia and agree that it’s been quite the trip, and for absolutely nothing in the world I’d want to change one bit of it. Bless you for putting up with me. Next stop is F It, 2042.