Casey + Alex


“There’s something pretty magical about finding someone who knows you even better than you know yourself.”

We were holding a fundraiser in memory of Alex’s father for The Pasadena Humane Society & SPCA. At one point in the night, he got on top of the bar in front of all our friends and family and made a toast to his dad. During his speech he mentioned that the last conversation he had with his father was about spending the rest of his life with someone. That’s when everyone started chanting my name and one of my friends swooped me up and put me up on the bar with him. He took out the box and got on one knee—it was instant waterworks for me. My face hurt the next morning from smiling so hard all night.


Alex is a born entertainer and people person—and it might sound cheesy, but we both love making others smile. We are incredibly fortunate to find ourselves on career paths that make use of our interests and talents—and we are just as goofy behind the scenes as we are in public! He is always trying to make me laugh and I’m always trying to get him to eat healthy foods. Alex is a little more cynical in nature, whereas I’m the eternal optimist, but I think we have a healthy balance of personalities and we are constantly learning from one another.



Alex, by now, you probably have come to think of me as the world’s most eternal optimist.
But there’s one thing I’ve always been a closet pessimist about. I honestly don’t even think I’ve ever told you, but it’s soulmates … I’ve never really believed in soulmates. The concept that each person is made for one person and one person only has always seemed just ludicrous to me. And you’re probably thinking this is the part where I say, “Boy, was I wrong!” But no, that’s not where this is going. I’m still not sure if I believe in the whole soulmates thing. But I do believe in choice. I believe that when you find someone who is the most special human you’ve ever encountered, you have a choice to let your soul set up camp.

And when I walked into that very first day of training for Mixology 101, and laid eyes on your skull bow tie, nose-ring and sky-high hair, I was like, “Holy macaroni! THAT guy … that guy’s going to be my best friend.” And I made a choice. I sat down next to him. From that day on you, you, Alexander Patrick Goode have continued to give me reason after reason to keep on choosing you as my ‘one’.

I knew you were the one when rumour got out that you called me a ‘magical unicorn’ behind my back.

I knew you were the one when you told me I reminded you of your mother.

I knew you were the one when I accidentally told you I loved you that one time before we were dating. I knew by the look on your face right then and there.

I knew you were the one when you took me on our first date to Wreck it Ralph.

I knew you were the one when you cried while watching the trailer for A Dog’s Purpose.

I knew you were the one when I discovered you liked shopping—quite possibly even more than me.

I knew you were the one after the first Christmas I spent with your clan in Chicago. The amount of love that I feel while I’m with your family is something I don’t ever want to be without.

I knew you were the one when we had our first fight under the Eiffel Tower and still liked each other afterwards.

I knew you were the one when a car hit you on your bike and I realised I couldn’t possibly imagine my life without you.

I knew you were the one after you puked your guts out for hours and then curled up on the couch and requested The Devil Wears Prada as your comfort movie of choice.

I questioned things a little when I saw how unapologetically uncomfortable you were up at my lake cabin. The great outdoors is clearly not your thing. But hey—nobody’s perfect.

I knew you were the one when I said I wanted an entire room for a closet and you said, “Ok,” and then went ahead and spent three days building it for me.

I knew you were the one when you changed my mind about coconut water and salmon and country music.

Oh, and one day you tried to convince me to change my mind about dogs. You wanted a dog … and I resisted pretty hard.

You said, “Casey—the relationship you’ve always wanted with a cat … well that’s what you’re going to find with a dog.”

And then poof! You changed my mind again.

You see, there’s something pretty magical about finding someone who knows you even better than you know yourself. I knew you were the one then more than ever.

Now we may not be the only people on the planet who could make each other happy. But right here, right now, in this moment, we found each other, and I choose you.

And if you choose to choose me too, I promise to make you super-duper, super, super happy as much as I possibly can.

I promise to do my absolute best to laugh at each and every one of your fart jokes.

I promise to tell you tales from Ancient Aliens when you have trouble falling asleep.

I promise to surprise you.

I promise to challenge you.

I promise to let you have the last bite, even though you always offer it to me.

I promise to push you to be the very best version of you.

I promise to listen, even if it’s to heavy metal.

I promise to buy you lots of motorcycle parts and skinny jeans and sew patches on your ‘brompers’.

I promise to always be on your side.

I promise to support you through tough times, when you’re feeling angry at the world or when you can’t get your hair to stand up tall enough.

I promise that I’m more excited than anything ever to make a family with you.

I promise to be your rock, even though you already have a damn good K-Rock.

When you are feeling like you miss Herb, I promise to go with you to Sturgis to visit him.

We will laugh and we will cry, but mostly we will smile because we know he is everywhere.

I promise to live by his words … to take the good and leave the bad, and to never run for a bus.

I promise to have patience with you when you lose your cool.

I promise to not get angry with you when you just need someone to say, “Yes that the person is the worst,” and other times, when you need it most, I’ll be the contrarian. I’ll remind you that people are good and help you find the silver lining. Or should I say … silver cloud?

I promise to choose you as my partner in crime;

as the LeBron to my Dwyane Wade,

as the Han Solo to my Princess Leia,

as the Pooh to my piglet. Yes, I said Pooh.

I can’t promise that I’m your soulmate, but I’m going to try really hard to be your whole mate. To fully encompass what it means to be your person, through and through.

I promise to choose you as my ‘one’ today, tomorrow and every day for the rest of forever.

Now, I have one last thing. Alexander Patrick Goode … will you accept this rose?



Casey—thank you for coming today. I’m glad you got the invite.

I don’t know if you know this about me but, I’m a weird guy. It’s true. I’ve been weird my whole life. You could ask anyone here who would be most likely to get married in a bright red suit and a terrible moustache and they’d all point to me. My idea of a good time is letting the dog eat treats out of my mouth. And spending hours in the garage listening to Meat Loaf and reading motorcycle service manuals. I like thinking about aliens and I’m 100 per cent sure that I saw a UFO in Texas. I’ve always had a strange obsession with skulls and I can’t remember the last time I left the house without emptying half a bottle of hairspray.

When I party too hard, I wake up next to empty boxes of cereal. The most trouble I ever got in was for trafficking Beanie Babies in grade school. I wanted to be a Power Ranger up until my 21st birthday, and I still think there’s a chance that professional wrestling is real. I still really, really love The Rock.

But that’s OK. Because you’re weird as hell too. You belong on the cover of Vogue, but you read books about molecular biology. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met, but sometimes you make me listen to Hanson. You are brilliantly smart, endlessly talented and painfully beautiful—but you still consider Chipotle to be real Mexican food.

Your idea of dirty talk is discussing the latest breakthroughs in neurological science. Your favourite place to shop is the cheese counter. You literally own 3,000 cowboy hats but only wear three of them. The first time you told me you loved me, it was Halloween and you were dressed up as a bottle of olive juice. This stuff writes itself.

I will never forget the first time I saw you. Standing in that doorway, you looked like a real-life Disney princess, animated and all. You were glowing, and I felt like my entire world had just walked into the room. It’s almost impossible to describe the rush of emotion I felt in that single moment, but if I had to sum it up with one word, one singular thought that echoed through my mind from that moment onward, it would be: JACKPOT.

The truth is, Casey—life was simpler before I met you. Before you, I’d never tasted an aged gouda. I’d never watched a sunrise in the South of France. I’d never built a cat-coop on national TV.

Before you, I’d never seen an episode of The Bachelor or Project Runway. I’d never used an outhouse in the backwoods of Minnesota. I’d never driven to the worst part of town to adopt a small muppet dog. Before you Casey, the Cubs were still the lovable losers.

And back while the Cubs were still the lovable losers, before we’d raised three wonderful little fur babies, and before you agreed to spend the rest of your life with me, I had a conversation with Herb. It was at Aaron and Sarah’s wedding, and it would be the last conversation I’d ever have with him in person. Herb was sitting at a table, nursing a Corona, trying to get us to leave—it was a great wedding, he just really liked sleeping. Anyways, I sat down, told him how much I loved you, and I asked him if he thought you were the one. And, after he finished lecturing me for 20 minutes on the migration pattern of the modern honey bee, he told me how much he loved you too and that he couldn’t imagine me with anyone else, because he thought you were ‘simply perfect’.

And while my life may have been simpler before you, my life is simply perfect with you by my side. You’ve not only changed me for the better, you’ve changed me for good. That’s from Wicked. She loves Wicked.

So here come the vows—or maybe just vow. Here comes the vow. Casey Carlson, I vow to make it work. Anyone whose seen Project Runway will know what this means, but let me say it again—I promise to make it work. I promise to make it work by supporting you and by being the best man that I can be. I promise to make the hard times a little softer, and the bright times a little brighter. I promise to love you even when the Harley won’t start, because I promise I will fix that damn thing and make it work. I promise to fight, to win, and to always make you laugh—whether it’s with me or at me.

My dad left me with many tools, and while I can use his Snap-On collection to build you a house, it was his selflessness and commitment to making it work that I will use to build us a life.

Casey Carlson, you are my white whale, you are my unicorn, you are my jackpot. And I will have to tell you—you have bewitched my body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted with you from this day on. MIC DROP.


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