To maintain the integrity of this weekly project, we're including this conversation from our third week of marriage, with a minor caveat: this is absolute, complete, baba-booey BS.
To maintain the integrity of this weekly project, we're including this conversation from our third week of marriage, with a minor caveat: this is absolute, complete, baba-booey BS. Riley and I could barely follow the tangents when re-listening, and WE WERE THERE. This conversation took place in the parking lot of a Hooters restaurant in Tampa, Florida, in a convertible rental, at the end of our whirlwind four-weddings-in-five-weekends adventure, and you can hear the deranged, exhaustive mania in our voices. Seriously. We sound like baby Smurfs who got into a bag of ecstasy. We sound like toddlers lost in a department store. We sound like a married couple who has NO BUSINESS being married, or even living alone without real adult supervision. Listen at your own risk.
...Thanks for listening? I guess? If you're curious to see if we're still alive after that descent into mania, find us on Instagram @caroclaireburke or @ri_soserious.
- Queen Caro Bambino, Lordette of the Porglets
Acknowledgments
Thanks as always to our wonderful family and friends who have helped along the way. Specifically, our muse @floriandelomme for his generosity in allowing us the use of his Tulum sunset in our cover art; @anka1027 for her knowledge of all things podcasting; her renaissance husband @gnarliehewson for our highly rad intro music; and, of course, @mollylophotography and @edwardslater, whose empathy and talent are on display in every photo of our wedding (and could be for yours—message them directly or visit their website).