Wedding Party
Alana Brady
Bridesmaid
Roommate, noun. (ˈrüm-ˌmāt): The one person I learned tactical warfare alongside. A duplex battleground. Unreasonably funny pranks. Thankfully, not to be continued, and unbelievable stories to last a lifetime. Some comedic material just keeps on giving, so don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Terrible former (current?) influences on each other. Can be found near things that slither. Armed with a quick wit and a contempt for mediocre word play.
Railey Brown
Bridesmaid
Teammate, noun. (ˈtēm-ˌmāt): The most beloved of people I served on Wranglers with. Probably sassier than you. Has a proclivity for one-liners rivaled only by her extensive knowledge of the ag industry. Exudes all things down home. Probably a direct relative of Travis Tritt or Dolly Parton. Known to have a low tolerance for b.s. and a high tolerance for late nights and margs. 10lbs of fun in a 5lb. sack. Catch her on the dancefloor.
Julie Fischer
Bridesmaid
Confidante, noun. (ˈkän-fə-ˌdänt): Voted most likely to crossfit you into next week. Can dance with the best of them, so keep up. Your go-to hype person, fan-girl, and keeper of secrets. It's probably what makes her hair so big. Takes pre-workout before backing her friends up in bar fights. May have been born in Oklahoma, all I'm saying is I wasn't there. Pretty sure she's from Texas. Margaritas. Coffee dates. Opinions.
Jaime Grimberg
Bridesmaid
First, adj. (ˈfərst): The first to adopt me as a best friend. The first whose perfume, I realized, was just Fireball. Not a morning person. In the 90th percentile of being better at planning things than me. The only thing faster than her Prius is the attitude coming out of her mouth and her profound ability to go zero to a hunnid when someone’s being mean to you. Catch her with a new ring on her finger (!!!) and probably standing next to the food.
ARCHIE OESTREICH
Groomsman
I met this degenerate in 9th grade and we terrorized the poor faculty of the Boerne school system until they kicked us out in 2010. From dodging the Fair Oaks police department to late nights grinding away at his engine block with a Dremel, Archie and I could always be found doing something suspicious and probably not safe. That didn’t stop when college rolled around either. To the many nights we won’t remember, and the millions of dollars spent trying to shorten our lifespans together, it’s a miracle we made it out with only minor infractions on our permanent records. He doesn’t think, he KNOWS your tractor is sexy. He’s the worst.
CLINT WALKER
Groomsman
Clint has been around since the early high school days. For some reason or another he signed up to live with Archie and I in college, creating the bad idea trifecta that we had at that poor house in Bryan, TX known as "The Palace." He has been the on-call wrecker service to come pick up the pieces of Archie and I’s motorcycle wrecks more than once. His ability to drink Miller Lite is superseded only by his ability to run people over with his truck (specifically me, run ME over with his truck). He is the most jolly man on planet earth at Christmas time, loves in-the-way people, and is the current world record holder of most time spent staring at orange juice because it said concentrate. He’s at the bar if you’re wondering.
SHANE CANELLIS
Groomsman
Shane is my longest standing Marine Corps buddy. He and I started out at School of Infantry, and soon moved on to our Marine Corps unit in Austin, TX where we quickly learned that we would be deploying to areas around the Black Sea. Many bad ideas and good stories later, Shane has been introduced and welcomed into the debauchery community that I call my friends. A proud member of the Lost Cause, survivor of the Bryan, TX house known as “The Palace”, and Battle of Tbilisi veteran, Shane is hard-charging beautiful man. The word no is not in his vocabulary, unless you want him to go running with you. While you're out running, you can find him making your girl jealous with his dashing good looks and charm. Pug lover.
JAY DELEON
Groomsman
The American Dream: “Dad is a US Marine and a firefighter, mom is a teacher, two little girls, a golden retriever, and an American flag on the front porch.” It’s not a movie script or a billboard next to the Statue of Liberty, it’s Jay’s life. He lives in a world of wonderful chaos; surrounded entirely by girls. His proclivity for smoking fine cigars and drinking coffee matches his ability to call in heavy mortar fire; and folks, he’s as smooth as they come doing both. On deployment, Jay was the voice of reason and wildly entertaining when tempted with whiskey. Battle of Tbilisi veteran, rich baritone singing voice, straight shooter. We’re all eagerly waiting for his fireman mustache to arrive.