Our Story
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HOW THEY MET
Let’s be honest—this love story took way longer than it should have. They met 20 years ago, two students at ComedySportz theater in Northwest Portland, shared a few sparks, a lot of laughs, and then… absolutely nothing romantic happened. For two decades. Classic slow burn. Some might call it fate. Others might call it wildly inefficient flirting. Now they would give a lopsided grin and say "just our style."
Marta was busy being a total boss—balancing life as a mother of two rowdy boys in Portland, working from Starbucks barista and IKEA greeter to Nationally Certified Pharamacy Technician, and crushing it on the roller derby track as DIVALICIOUS Handyslap at Oaks Park. Adam was out doing theater things, touring the USA performing improv, playing harmonica in nature, and quietly nursing a crush on Marta while pretending to be chill (he was not chill).
They ran in the same circles, shared the same sense of humor, and somehow managed not to fall in love… yet.
Then one day—August 12, 2024—Adam reached out on Facebook while visiting Portland from New Orleans. "Hey can I take you out to celebrate your birthday that I missed on the 6th?" he asked. *Cue the rom-com music.*
A few weeks (and many belly laughs) later, they knew. This wasn’t a casual catch-up. This was the real deal. So they went from “long-lost friends” to “move-in-ready lovebirds” faster than you can say “Wait, you’re still funny??”
Now, they’re making it official—with a year full of travel, celebration, and shouting their love from the rooftops (or maybe just slightly elevated places with good lighting). They can’t wait to party with all of you, cry happy tears, and probably make at least 14 jokes about how long it took them to get here.
With love and laughs,
Alysia Moonrise—Marta’s dear friend from San Diego,
Author & Mystic (sometimes Web Designer)
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound-note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are.'
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long have we tarried,
But what shall we do for a ring?
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in the wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring in the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose!
With a ring in the end of his nose.
'Dear Pig, are you willing, to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day,
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Edward Lear (1812-1888)
15 Gramercy Park
New York, NÝ 10003
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