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Steven Loh (Best Man)
While Steven and I overlapped at Rice University for two semesters, we didn’t meet until 2009, when Steven applied to be a summer analyst for Deutsche Bank’s investment banking division in Houston (where I did and still work), partially because Steven lived at Martel Dormitory and I was a mostly on-campus but technically off-campus member of Will Rice College on the opposite side of campus. We became instant friends* and have since won multiple fantasy football championships together.
* Steven will likely recall the story a bit differently, mentioning how I was a “tough boss” and saying we didn’t become friends until after he left DB. But he doesn’t realize that our friendship really sprouted when I asked him to be a co-manager of my fantasy football team in our office league. I don’t take things like that lightly.
While Steven and I overlapped at Rice University for two semesters, we didn’t meet until 2009, when Steven applied to be a summer analyst for Deutsche Bank’s investment banking division in Houston (where I did and still work), partially because Steven lived at Martel Dormitory and I was a mostly on-campus but technically off-campus member of Will Rice College on the opposite side of campus. We became instant friends* and have since won multiple fantasy football championships together.
* Steven will likely recall the story a bit differently, mentioning how I was a “tough boss” and saying we didn’t become friends until after he left DB. But he doesn’t realize that our friendship really sprouted when I asked him to be a co-manager of my fantasy football team in our office league. I don’t take things like that lightly.
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James Deyerle (Best Man)
James (those of us who knew him in college call him “Niceville”) and I became friends quickly* during Niceville’s freshman year at Rice. Niceville was a powderpuff football ref and relayed to me scouting reports on Will Rice’s upcoming opponents, as I was our head coach that season. Sports have kept us close since. Rachel gets jealous the occasional times that I text him “goodnight.”
* Niceville didn’t know it, but when I was asked to pick which freshman would sleep on the floor in the 4th floor of Old Dorm during Hurricane Rita (September 2005, the first month of school), Niceville was my first pick. Shh, don’t tell the others in his class.
James (those of us who knew him in college call him “Niceville”) and I became friends quickly* during Niceville’s freshman year at Rice. Niceville was a powderpuff football ref and relayed to me scouting reports on Will Rice’s upcoming opponents, as I was our head coach that season. Sports have kept us close since. Rachel gets jealous the occasional times that I text him “goodnight.”
* Niceville didn’t know it, but when I was asked to pick which freshman would sleep on the floor in the 4th floor of Old Dorm during Hurricane Rita (September 2005, the first month of school), Niceville was my first pick. Shh, don’t tell the others in his class.
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Matt Dahlgren (Groomsman)
Those of us at Will Rice were stuck with Matt because he was Niceville’s roommate and followed us everywhere… just kidding! Matt has always been one of my closest friends and would do anything to help out anyone he cares about or for a laugh. When I visited Matt's home in El Paso, it snowed there for the first time in ages, and we did our best to make a snowman (which turned into a Ninja Turtle). Often we have conversations using only song titles or our broken attempts at Italian. Non mangiare il delfino!
Those of us at Will Rice were stuck with Matt because he was Niceville’s roommate and followed us everywhere… just kidding! Matt has always been one of my closest friends and would do anything to help out anyone he cares about or for a laugh. When I visited Matt's home in El Paso, it snowed there for the first time in ages, and we did our best to make a snowman (which turned into a Ninja Turtle). Often we have conversations using only song titles or our broken attempts at Italian. Non mangiare il delfino!
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Jim Tuttle (Groomsman)
Jim and I have been friends since the first few days of college* in 2003. We sweated through countless hours (nay, years) of mechanical engineering homework together, and while our jobs since graduation have taken us different places, we still find time to catch a baseball game and/or eat boneless wings together every so often, just not often enough. It also helps that his wife and children are as caring and understanding as he is.
* I definitely remember playing dodgeball on Jim’s team during O-Week and giving him a high five for a great catch. And while neither of us remembers much else of Broadway Show Week at this point, now over 12 years later, we think we both went to an Astros baseball game that week.
Jim and I have been friends since the first few days of college* in 2003. We sweated through countless hours (nay, years) of mechanical engineering homework together, and while our jobs since graduation have taken us different places, we still find time to catch a baseball game and/or eat boneless wings together every so often, just not often enough. It also helps that his wife and children are as caring and understanding as he is.
* I definitely remember playing dodgeball on Jim’s team during O-Week and giving him a high five for a great catch. And while neither of us remembers much else of Broadway Show Week at this point, now over 12 years later, we think we both went to an Astros baseball game that week.
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David Mis (Groomsman)
I am lucky that David (Rachel’s coolest* brother) is as awesome and chill as he is. While he went to UT, he doesn’t bleed burnt orange like most Longhorns, and frankly he probably doesn’t even own a UT t-shirt. That’s because he was too busy studying to complete all four of his majors (yes, four) but for some reason also pulling rickshaws, I guess for fun and perhaps supplementary income during home football games.
* Also only, but still true!
I am lucky that David (Rachel’s coolest* brother) is as awesome and chill as he is. While he went to UT, he doesn’t bleed burnt orange like most Longhorns, and frankly he probably doesn’t even own a UT t-shirt. That’s because he was too busy studying to complete all four of his majors (yes, four) but for some reason also pulling rickshaws, I guess for fun and perhaps supplementary income during home football games.
* Also only, but still true!
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John Elias (Usher)
Idaho is best known for potatoes and, of course, John Elias! I can't quite remember when I first met John, but that's ok because he can't remember either, along with lots of other things. My favorite story about John is that he once showered with his clothes on. He also once wore green tights to act out Mr. Rogers' "Tree Tree Tree" in front of our entire college. He’s been a great friend who has helped me out more times than he knows.
Idaho is best known for potatoes and, of course, John Elias! I can't quite remember when I first met John, but that's ok because he can't remember either, along with lots of other things. My favorite story about John is that he once showered with his clothes on. He also once wore green tights to act out Mr. Rogers' "Tree Tree Tree" in front of our entire college. He’s been a great friend who has helped me out more times than he knows.
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Garrett Tate (Usher)
Garrett Tate is a rock-solid gentleman and a scholar. Garrett's greatest fault is that he's too gneiss; also, you shouldn't take his friendship for granite. While he’s tough to crack, it’s easy to notice he loves baseball and specifically the Mets. Garrett rocks! (FYI: Garrett majored in geology in college, where I met him at Rice in 2009; he also majored in math.)
Garrett Tate is a rock-solid gentleman and a scholar. Garrett's greatest fault is that he's too gneiss; also, you shouldn't take his friendship for granite. While he’s tough to crack, it’s easy to notice he loves baseball and specifically the Mets. Garrett rocks! (FYI: Garrett majored in geology in college, where I met him at Rice in 2009; he also majored in math.)