Love: Jennifer Garberina-Hatton & Scott Baver

Jennie and her roommate Casey were about to walk into the Pope on East Passyunk for a beer - the obvious beverage choice for a woman who publicized craft beer at Profile PR and a man who was head brewer at Flying Fish Brewery.

"Hey! There's Scott Baver!" Casey said, recognizing another member of their tribe on that fall 2009 afternoon.

"Who is Scott Baver?" Jennie asked.

Scott, who lived near East Passyunk, was a managing partner at Reading's Legacy Brewing Co. Jennie had never been introduced, but looking at him, she wanted to change that immediately.

Scott recognized Jennie's name from her work. Finding her very attractive, he invited her and Casey to sit. They joined him for a round. "That was it," she said.

Well, not exactly. They flirted at beer-related events around town. Then in January 2010, Jennie was gearing up for her firm's biggest event, Philadelphia Beer Week. By then, Scott was working for the Lion Brewery in Wilkes-Barre, and Jennie looked up his contact information to invite him to a pre-Beer Week event for industry folks.

"I hoped he would show up," she said.

"I went to see Jennie," he said.

Small talk amid her work duties wasn't enough to keep Scott there. He left, but couldn't stop thinking about Jennie. So 30 minutes later, he sent a text about how good she looked.

His phone buzzed back: "So, when are you going to ask me out?"

"After I get back from a work trip."

"No. Tonight."

They hit 12 Steps Down in the Italian Market, Jennie's neighborhood, and then a second spot, now closed, to continue conversing about hiking and cooking, and where their lives had taken them.

Scott walked Jennie home and hugged her goodbye.

They were in touch, but with all of Scott's traveling, only by phone.

Then a big February storm gave Jennie an idea.

She trudged through the snow toward an East Passyunk restaurant owned by Scott's brother and sister-in-law.

"Hey, if you're in your neighborhood, I'm going to have a glass of wine at Paradiso," she texted. "You should come meet me."

There they were, flirting again.

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?" Jennie asked.

"If we kiss, we're going to end up getting married," Scott answered.

"Well," Jennie said, "kiss me!"

Eight months later, Scott's son Michael, who is now 25, landed a job in Philadelphia and asked his father if he could stay at his very small apartment. Jenny's roommate had just moved out. Scott suggested that fate was nudging them to cohabitate. Jenny agreed.

Scott also has a second son, Tyler, now 23. His kids are from his previous marriage.

About a year after Scott moved in, the couple got a more spacious place together in East Passyunk.

Summer nights were often spent on the roof deck, and for Jennie, now 43, one in August 2012 began as lovely and ordinary as most. She and Scott had eaten the chicken they'd grilled when Scott, now 49, went downstairs, returning with champagne.

He called for Buddy, her 12-year-old Chihuahua mix.

"I got down on one knee, with Buddy alongside of me," Scott remembered.

Jennie began to cry.

"I would like for you and Buddy to come into my life," Scott said. "Would you marry me?"

The couple married at a summer camp in the Adirondacks. For the weekend, Camp Forest Lake became Camp Scojen.

Before the big event, camp event coordinator Brett Booker told the couple that everyone should prepare for chilly, wet weather. But there really was no way to prepare for what happened.

Friday night featured a welcome cookout with burgers, dogs, s'mores, and, thanks to the cold, hats, gloves, and scarves. Some of their 120 guests discovered the amphitheater and turned on the lights. Four friends formed the Love Notes band just for the occasion and provided a concert of '70s and '80s love songs. Before long, there was singing and dancing, too.

After a Saturday morning of hiking, canoeing, and other camp activities, the couple planned to marry in an enclave of high trees. But the afternoon brought heavy rain and the reluctant decision to move to the reception site, the camp mess hall.

The stylist had just begun to blow-dry Jennie's wet head when the power went out across the entire county. Jenny told Brett to use the one generator for ceremony lights and music.

Scott and the bridal party walked down the aisle to Lyle Lovett's "Nobody Knows Me." Jennie's niece and junior bridesmaid Catherine carried Buddy, to a standing ovation.

Jennie was waiting her turn when the generator went down. "You have got to be kidding me," she said to her father.

"Is she even still here?" Scott joked when the lights went off.

Jennie yelled, "Yeah, baby! I'm still here!" Everyone laughed.

Somebody handed out kazoos, and the guests began "Here Comes the Bride."

The bride was pondering walking to kazoo music when generator fuel arrived, and then Jennie walked to Led Zeppelin's "Bron-Yr-Aur."

Ten minutes after the ceremony, everybody was dancing.

The litany of crazy events before the ceremony had Jennie wondering what the heck else might go wrong before she made it down the aisle. But "as soon as I saw [Scott] and everyone around us, I just felt this big wave of happiness and glow. Everything was perfect."

Saying and hearing Jennie say the vows they wrote "was the most moving part of the weekend," Scott said.

Jennie promised to always be his spell-checker and to let him watch CNN. Scott promised to always clean Buddy's goopy eyes. More seriously, she expressed her joy at officially

becoming a part of his awesome boys' lives.

A bargain: Jennie now does marketing for Crabbie's Alcoholic Ginger Beer, and Scott is eastern U.S. zone manager for St. Killian Importing, its importer. There was free beer from Crabbie's, and their brewing- and brewery-running friends provided more.

The splurge: The couple went a little crazy with bridal-party gifts, including suits for Tyler and Michael, and Uggs for the bridesmaids.

Two days in Lake Placid, two in New Hampshire's White Mountains, and two in Portland, Maine.

Officiant: Jennie's stepbrother Dan Eldridge

Venue: Forest Lake Camp, Chestertown, N.Y. 

Photo: Catherine Hennessy Photography, Philadelphia

Music: DJ Brett Booker, who works at Forest Lake Camp 

Dress: Pronovias Orel

Day-of planner: Brett Booker