Boarding all groups, all rows for Flight Pfeifer!

On a hot July night in Mesa, Arizona the classy establishment of Denim and Diamonds was gearing up for another raucous Saturday night. The country music was audible from the parking lot, belt buckles, cowboy boots, and denim were the uniform, and the smell of beer, cigarette smoke, and sweaty swing dancers was pervasive. Maddy was just there with girlfriends to watch the dancing and have a drink and was very comfortably parked at the fringe of the dance floor. John was cutting a rug with countless partners, but took a break to catch his breath. When he caught sight of Maddy hiding at the edge of the dance floor, he swaggered over and asked her if she would like to get the next song. They stayed until the bar closed at 2am, and the rest is history!