Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess who lived in a tower and spent her days reading books and her nights dancing at Delirium. Not so very far away dwelt a prince who spent his days sleeping and his nights writing code for various startups that would eventually fail. Unbeknownst to either (but knownst to us) they would very soon meet.
One fateful day, the prince and the princess were each visited by an evil sorceress who enchanted them both, rendering them severely risk averse and incapable of speaking aught but incomprehensible jargon. Their friends and families despaired but were helpless. They called in all the wise men, wizards, and fairy godmothers in their respective realms, but no one could undo the terrible curse of a legal education. Eventually, both the prince and the princess were cast out, left to wander alone, ranting to the birds and other unsuspecting woodland creatures about laches and the Amar Plan.
One day, tired, tattered, and torn, the prince wandered further north than he had been before. Similarly world-weary and care-worn, the princess wandered west. They entered unsuspectingly into the realm of a good queen, known far and wide, hither and yon, for her ability to plan group activities and rally troops. She looked from her castle and saw the two young royal outcasts wandering into her woods. She held out her hands and cast a spell that would carry them both to a clearing where they might meet. And they did. And it was good.
