From taxi to takeoff

In 2004, I was six weeks into my new home in San Francisco when I decided to throw a party. I had never met this Kim Whittaker person but had heard of her a few times from the friend who introduced us. Due to the connection, Kim made the invite list to my first, and so far only, murder mystery party. And given what I knew of her personality as a meek, loving, humble person who likely could not hurt a flea, I naturally decided to cast her in the part of the murderer. The party went off without a hitch, good times were had by all, and I had met the future love of my life.

I wish I could tell you that it was "love at first site" or some cheesy, romantic thing like that, but really it was just a casual meeting in which we didn't speak much. Sure I thought she was cute (as did one of my friends, who shall remain unnamed). It wasn't until years later, however, that we both realized the somewhat prophetic bit of this first encounter with each other. You see, while I cast Kim as the murderer, the person I cast to be the victim happened to be that same friend who introduced us, and, more interestingly, an ex-girlfriend of mine. That's right folks, on the night I met my future bride, I set her up to "kill" my ex-girlfriend. Perhaps I knew more that day that I realized at the time...