David Murry and Lloyd Hodgkinson met after being set up at a small gathering by Lloyd’s best friend, Tys. “He will, of course, take credit for the fact that the wedding happened lol! That night was so much fun. We drank with friends until 5am, listening to trashy pop music. That night we had our first kiss and Lloyd had his first sleep over. When we first met, Lloyd was living at Hotel Hodgkinson (at home with his mother) so he spent nights at my little apartment in Teneriffe, where we would eventually live together for four years. They were the most exciting, fun times and we have so many fond memories of both crazy parties, recovery days with the blinds closed and air-conditioner on high, and also many quiet nights in, which usually involved me cooking and Lloyd watching me cook. The Teneriffe days are when we started collecting things together, sharing our personal goals with each other and building a life together. I don’t feel like we really ever dated. The nights that Lloyd was staying over started the moment we finished work at 5:30pm with me walking down Brunswick Street towards Fortitude Valley and Lloyd walking down Brunswick Street towards New Farm and we would meet half way. Neither of us had a car so we would walk past Coles and buy ingredients to make dinner and after dinner we would drink wine and listen to albums like The Con by Tegan and Sarah and anything by Sarah Blasko. I opened David Murry Salon in 2011 and we moved into Lloyd’s mum’s place in 2012 to save for our house. We bought Bracken Manor (the name everyone knows our house by) in 2015 and finally opened Oliver Mark Interiors in 2017. During our 11 years together, we have travelled to England several times, Paris, The Kingdom of Bahrain, Egypt, Turkey, and most recently Italy. We stayed in Italy for a month and became engaged while overlooking The Amalfi Coast in Ravello at a hotel of Lloyd’s choosing (which we are still paying off). I learned right back in the beginning that Lloyd likes the finer things and that one day he was going to be ‘one hell of an expensive husband’. I had spent months secretly flicking cash to Lesley (Lloyd’s mum) who used it to pay for a beautiful timepiece which I had chosen for Lloyd at Hardy Brothers.