 I’m honored to have each of these guys stand up with me on the big day. Hopefully they can manage to keep me from embarrassing myself at the reception too. |
 Joe and I worked together in Boston where we bonded over all things coffee-, music- and food-related. If there’s anyone that loves Steve’s Greek more than me, it’s Joe (I’m not kidding; I actually gave serious thought into getting them to somehow cater this wedding). He’s a huge sports fan — the statistics kind of sports fan — so dust off those old baseball cards if you want to really get a conversation going. He’ll be the guy trying to get the DJ to play Londonbeat “‘cause it’ll be funny,” but really because he wants to just jam out. |
 I’ve known Pat(rick) for pretty much my whole life. I say “pretty much” because I really can’t remember a time I didn’t know him, but it’s a statistical improbability that I’ve literally known him for my entire life. It just isn’t very likely. Pat and I have known each other so long that we mostly communicate in quick, low mumbles that drive Emily nuts. I dare you to beat him at Simpsons trivia. He’ll be the guy introducing himself as “Patrick,” but I’m pretty sure that’s just a phase. |
 Oscar Utterström år borky borky bork bork borky bork. He’s Swedish. Ask him about Switzerland, though, he loves that. Oscar and I went to school together in Boston and he’s the one who convinced me to move to Nashville. I still have a feeling it was because he needed someone to split the cost of the U-Haul. He’s a trombone player, so unless you’ve studied with an expert, steer the conversation toward soccer (Europeans are crazy for that stuff). He’ll be the guy at the bar asking for imported beers. |
 Steven is one of those guys that everyone can get along with. He and I played tuba in high school, and it was great to have a friend with the same passion for music. These days, Steven’s mostly put his tuba away, but he continues to compose, even programming his own software composition environment. You might think he’s some kind of techno-geek, but he’s not. Okay, well, he is, but he hides it well. He’ll be the one chatting politely with everyone and suddenly hitting the dance floor when Joe’s Londonbeat request finally gets played. |
Allow me to introduce to you to my darling bridesmaids! Of all the people I’ve met in my life, these girls understand me better than anyone. I’m honored to be their friend and so happy they’re all able to be in our wedding party.
Meet Megan Haley, bridesmaid extraordinaire. Megan and I met in middle school, where we quickly realized we were the two coolest kids to ever be in the band. Here we are at the World of Coca-Cola, where she helped me celebrate my 27th birthday. Megan was even kind enough to make the entire tasting room sing Happy Birthday.
Katie Balsley and I go way back, like first grade way back. That’s where we both got thrown into the blue reading group, and the rest is history. Here we are in the Russian River Valley in 2007, where she, Megan, and I biked and drank and biked, in that order. Katie is also getting married this year, and it’s been an incredible feeling to share this wedding planning experience with someone who’s known me so well for so long.
Christina Dresser is fabulous. That’s pretty much all I need to say. She adopted me as her friend during the first few months of our first year at Agnes Scott, and boy am I glad she did. Christina’s a fierce friend, someone who always wants the best for you. She can also pull off a mean ribbon dance. This picture is from her beautiful wedding last fall.
Who is that gorgeous Brit and why does she look so exasperated? That’s my dear friend Nicolette Morgan, and Christina probably forced her to have her picture taken with us. It’s what she does. Nic and I met when she started attending Agnes Scott in 1999. We became fast friends and lived together the rest of college. Nic has seen that special side of me that comes out when I have too many papers to write and not enough clean socks. And she still likes me.
