Sister of the Bride. The favorite middle child. She will jump out of a plane if you ask. The patriarchy crumbles a bit every time a man challenges her to a shotgun competition... and regrets it. (Looking at you, Shy)

Friend of the Groom. We were NOT friends in high school, but after graduation everything changed. We shared a room in college. If you hear barracuda play at a party (or bar), we’re about to enter.

Sister of the Bride. The "baby" sister that figured out adulthood about ten years before I did. Beware. She will (Smirnoff) Ice you like it's still 2013, and you will never see it coming.

Friend of the Groom. The middle school bromance that never really ended. The dude to my bro. The illy to my pow pow. Follow him on a slope and you’re bound to get lost.

Cousin of the Bride. We've been through every phase of life together: the good, bad, and awkward. These days we primarily choose escapism by curating each other's romantacy TBRs on Good Reads.

Brother of the Groom. The oldest Block, and personal protection from the middle child. I wanted to shamelessly impress the big bro so much, I copied his job. Beware. We will drown you in sports talk.

Cousin of the Bride. The only person crazy enough to pack up and move into my Boston duplex spare (unventilated) bedroom. Find him with me, also getting drunk off Grandma's box wine.

Brother of the Groom. (I think) I've come a long way from being the annoying little brother, and now my favorite calls come every week from Tennessee. Thankfully Allegiant flies direct.

Sister-in-Law of the Bride. Ultimate hype girl. The family I never knew I needed, but am forever thankful to have. Either a ray of mountain sunshine or a camp side fire, take your pick.

Friend of the Groom. He showed up at my apartment and never really left. He might have moved out West, but now I’m a frequent Issaquah flyer to see Nico… and board with him.

Friend of the Bride. OG Travel and Adventure Partner. From Salzburg to Akron to Salem.... ND, the lore is equal parts chaotic and hilarious.

Friend of the Groom. Backroad cruising, Billy Currington kind of nights. We're both pretty rusty at pool, so throw down $20, and see how it goes.

Friend of the Bride. Roommate circa 2015. The unctuous to my sardonic. The Glinda to my Elpheba, and fellow forgetter of passports. Best Friend ... after we decided we didn't vehemently hate each other.

Friend of the Groom. From our first time raiding the booze cabinet to NDSU parties and infiltrating gatherings at Bon Bons. We might have "grown up," but do you ever outgrow a hot tub techno party?

Friend of the Bride. The best, and most fun, thing to come out of law school. Are the matching ass tats folly or trauma bonding? We'll discuss at Harry's.

Friend of the Groom. Not related by blood, but might as well be. The little brother I never had. Find us laughing at inside jokes we'll never share.