In the next few months we’re profiling all of our wedding guests. Check back to see what we write about you.

I met Teresa when she was one of my fraternity’s little sisters at Wake Forest. I took Teresa to my first formal as a member. She’s a cheap date: I was ready to splurge on some good hooch for the evening, but when I asked her what she wanted to drink that night, she said Boone’s Farm. I countered, offering to upgrade to Franzia, but she declined. So off to the 7-11 I trekked.

Teresa moved to DC around the time I moved here, and she roomed with the previously profiled Erin Ma. In addition to spending her time hanging out with Dan S., Aaron, Matt R., and me, Teresa was an intern for President Clinton (no, we never made a joke about it). She and Erin also enjoyed playing cards together.

Teresa and Mark got married a couple of years ago. Mark is also a Wake grad, but I didn’t know him until Teresa picked him up.

Those of you who attended my 30th birthday party might remember Mark as the guy who showed up and promptly took a nap. And there’s no euphanism here; “take a nap” is what he did.

I’m often asked if Mark’s “a good guy” by my fratnerity brothers. I’m happy to report that he is and has been a positive influence on Teresa—her sense of humor has become more perverted since she met him. That’s good.

Anyway, if you’re speaking to Teresa and Mark and the conversation hits a lull, ask Teresa what her ex-landlords thought of her and Erin. And if you are talking to Mark—this reminds me: Mom, remember the list of topics we have that Dad’s not allowed to bring up at the reception? Mark works in transportation, so please add that to the list. Dad can talk to Mark, but talking about Mass Highway is verboten.

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For some of you, this website looks fine. For others, it looks looked like a scrambled mess, similar to how old-school cable used to block the pay channels.

My bad.

I upgraded the blogging software, which was not compatible with the old theme. So I switched themes, but it doesn’t didn’t look right on all browsers.

I spent a good chunk of the weekend trying to fix it, but obviously to no avail it took me a a few days. If you encounter any problems, please let me know in the comments.

We’ll continue to update this site with information for the weekend, but new meet-a-wedding guest posts are on hiatus until I can debug the template.

Clearly we’re not going to get to all of the profiles of our wedding guests by next Saturday. For that we apologize. We will get to everybody in the next few weeks, however.

How can I get to the top of the list?

Do something stupid at the reception.

*had better attend (although the mustache is tentative)

In the next few months we’re profiling all of our wedding guests. Check back to see what we write about you.

Mr. and Mrs. Snyder are longtime friends of my parents. Mrs. Snyder played violin in the Reading Symphony Orchestra with my dad and they’ve been gracious enough to get my parents out of town by inviting them to their vacation home in Northfield, MA.

Growing up, my family wasn’t able to have a dog, as we had an alarm system with motion detectors (it’s still there, if you are a potential thief and reading this post). When the Snyders went out of town, however, we’d dogsit their Pekinese, Winthrop (possibly the nicest Pekinese ever).

Mrs. Snyder conducted of the youth orchestra in which I was a second violinist (it didn’t have a third-violin section). And Mr. Snyder was Gerrit’s social-studies teacher one year. They’ve retired, however, and moved to North Carolina to be close to their children and grandchildren.

My first memory of the Snyders is when they were walking out of a Reading Symphony Orchestra concert with us. I was about 8 years old and thought I looked sharp in my blue blazer. Mr. Snyder, however, informed me that one should never fasten the bottom button on a jacket. I took his advice, undid it, and have looked dapper ever since.

If you are talking to the Snyders and the conversation hits a lull, ask them about the beach they took my parents to.

*scheduled to attend

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You won’t find our favorite place to eat in the restaurant section of our To do in DC page. It’s not that Margaret and I are being selfish and keeping it to ourselves. It’s Paul and Gary’s kitchen and it’s invite only.

Yeah, it’s that good. Good enough that even though you have reservations at one of DC’s nicest restaurants, when Paul calls with a last-minute invite for a casual dinner that they’re “just throwing together,” you know you’d have a better meal at their place than at the restaurant.

Unfortunately, their grilling and pastry business is still in development, so they can’t cater weddings yet (no offense to our caterer).

I met Paul when we worked together at Deloitte & Touche. He’s currently a multimedia strategist who freelances (he shot, directed, and produced the risotto video that I linked to yesterday). He’s also working on a documentary about fashion in gay weddings.

Gary is an attorney at the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office. He’s also on the board of Compassion & Choices. I expect to pay him a visit soon. (No, I’m not about to end it all; I just remembered that I still have his bow ties. Sorry.)

If you’re talking to Paul and Gary and the conversation hits a lull…it won’t hit a lull. But you might want to ask them for their thoughts on Cake Love anyway.

*scheduled to attend

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Graham is my moral compass. You’ve heard of WWJD? (What would Jesus do?). Well, I don’t know Jesus, but I do know Graham. So when it comes time for me to make an important decision, I just think WWGD.

I met Graham when, yes, I pledged his fraternity at Wake Forest. My initial impression of him, however, was not stellar: he was the impish-looking fraternity brother that I didn’t know too well but called me daily to fetch a pizza for him.

But over the next three years Graham and I got to be good friends and have stayed that way. Since graduating, we spent an educational week together in New York City; have gone to numerous sporting events; and even spent 12 consecutive weekends together, despite living three hours apart. And Sarah and Graham graciously hosted Margaret and me at this year’s Kentucky Derby.

I don’t think you can misunderestimate Graham’s influence on me—he’s introduced me to Jethro Tull and taught me that in some circumstances it is ok to disavow your beloved university in preference of its hated rival. But most importantly, he’s showed me that contrary to common belief, there’s nothing wrong with redheaded Republicans.

Sarah and Graham met at the yet-to-be-profiled Georgeann and Alex’s wedding (Sarah apparently also has a hankering for redheads). And after several long years of hard work Sarah just earned her PhD in psychology.

Anyway, if you’re talking to Graham and Sarah and conversation hits a lull, ask Graham if he has any Bread. Or tell Sarah that she has quite a catch. And then tell her that again.

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