Regent Phu Quoc

Sundowner

Ceremony

Pre-Dinner Reception

Dinner Reception

After Party

Our Wedding

There are lives you plan, and there are lives that find you.Ours found us somewhere between motion and chance — a passing moment on a train, a quiet “hey” sent without expectation, somewhere along the line past Market Street. It’s strange, when you think about it. One of us from Hillsdale, Michigan. The other from Quảng Ngãi, Việt Nam. Two completely different beginnings, separated by oceans and circumstance, both arriving in San Francisco without any real reason to expect the other would be there.And yet.What followed didn’t feel improbable. It felt… inevitable.A first date that stretched into five unhurried hours. Conversations that drifted easily — Japan, history, and then into the deeper, less rehearsed parts of ourselves: pride, fear, ambition, the quiet things we carry but don’t always say. There was no rush to impress, no need to perform. Just a steady unfolding. The kind that makes time irrelevant.That summer, we kept going.One hundred days, moving from place to place around the world. Trains, streets, small tables, long walks. The kind of travel that wears away the surface and leaves only what’s real. You learn someone that way — not just who they are when things are easy, but who they are in the in-between moments. Somewhere along that stretch of days, a quiet certainty settled in: if life could feel like this for 100 days, then 1,000 or 10,000 didn’t feel like a question. It felt like a direction.So we chose it.We left San Francisco and followed another instinct — back to Việt Nam, to rediscover what home might mean after nearly twenty years away. It wasn’t a straight path, and it wasn’t meant to be. But what we’ve built here feels grounded in a way that’s hard to explain and easy to recognize: a home, a restless little puppy, and a venture that tests us daily — sharpening how we think, how we listen, how we show up for each other.Sometimes we talk about how easily it all could have been different. Different cities. Different decisions. A message not sent. A train taken a minute earlier or later.But it wasn’t.There was a “hey.” There was a conversation that lingered. There were 100 days that quietly became something much bigger.Drew is Drew. Steven is Steven. Distinct, unchanged in all the ways that matter. But together, we’ve found a kind of rhythm — something steady, something expansive, something that feels less like two lives joined and more like one unfolding story.This December, in Phú Quốc, we’ll pause for a moment — just long enough to raise a glass, look around at the people who matter most, and mark the beginning of whatever comes next.We hope you’ll be there, with us, as the fire burns low and the music plays on.

Steven & Drew

Steven & Drew

Q + A

When should I arrive in Phu Quoc?

Can I arrive earlier than December 5th?

What is the weather like in Phu Quoc in December?

How is accommodation arranged?

What’s the dress code?

Should I share food allergies or dietary restrictions?

Who else will be attending?

Do I need a visa for Vietnam?

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