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Groomsmen
Corey Eckert, my "little" brother, my Best Man. Ridiculously long hair aside, Corey is my only blood brother. One of the hardest physical workers I know, he is always there for me when I need a hand, and well, if he ever needs a website or a tri-fold direct mail piece he knows who to call. Seriously, I could not ask for a better brother. Whether we are sharing a thrilling ride back from a late night Yankees' game after losing the brakes on the LIE or just talking over a few good cigars, Corey is not just my brother, but a great friend. Through thick and thin, highs and lows we are here for each other.
Aaron McGriff, A-dawg, my brother from another mother, Agent J of J&K, Murtaugh of Murtaugh and Riggs, the other half of bad boys for life. I met Aaron in '02 when we became part of the Weston Res-Life family and quickly became close friends. Partners in ping-pong and crime, we have been part of some pretty memorable moments. From turning a campus upside down and immersing it in all-out assassin warfare, to sweeping the girls at the Pulaski house off their feet. I would trust my life in Aaron's hands and he knows that I am always here for him. I am very lucky to have Aaron in my life, and Carolyn and I are honored to have Aaron wed us.
We ride together, we die together, warriors for life.
CJ Heidick, the only guy I have ever felt comfortable enough to liken him to a teddy bear. CJ has a heart of gold, one of the most genuine caring guys that I have ever met. He was a resident of mine at SCAD my first year as an RA. I have to say that I thought that he was going to be a pain in my ass, but was I wrong. He not only became one of my favorite residents, but one of my closest friends. We all spent countless hours together, going to the beach at midnight, watching Undergrads, seeing ghosts on Montgomery Street, or grabbing some crabs at the Crab Shack. CJ was there to pick me up after my first tattoo, where I learned the fine cuisine at Krystal's is unmatched by any fine eating establishment. Although years have come and gone, CJ is still one of my closest friends and I can't wait to see him in December.
Ty Paslay, may not look like a guy you want to run into in a dark alley, but he is one of the nicest guys I know. He and CJ were roommates my first year as an RA and we became close friends very quickly. One of the best memories that I have of Ty is when he shared his 21st birthday with me. He turned 21 on March 1st and I was turning 21 on March 2nd, he stuck it out for 24 hours so we could all go bar- hopping together. It was the best birthday bash I've ever had (from what I can remember, ha ha ha). Ty is a bad-ass with a huge heart although I am sure he doesn't want anyone to know it. I am so psyched that he is going to part of our wedding.
Ben Blackketter, Beebs, Bee-bop, Crazy Legs, Cowboy Bee-bop. Ben and I met in '02, and with the help of a little thing we like to call Assassins Complex we became close friends. Ben was the mastermind behind the Assassins website, and we spent A LOT of time together maintaining it, I think Hilary (now his wife) was getting nervous. We had great times cook'n for the Pulaski girls and grill'n for our Weston family, and striking 'em out as Turkey Trouble teammates in the SCAD bowling league. A confidant and an inspiration, Ben and his wife Hilary showed me what true love looks like. If they had not been so gracious to invite me to their wedding I may not have known what true love was when I met Carolyn.
Becky Arthurs, B, Rebecca Lillian Anne Arthurs, the Groomsmaid. Becky and I go way back. When I met Becky back in 2000 she was buzzing around on her rollerblades at a fundraiser for a child in the area who had leukemia. I was painting faces and Becky was passing out flyers, I asked if I could paint her face, she obliged after a ton of prodding. She asked to be painted like Mr. Potato Head, but without the mustache, no glasses, no big lips... are you picturing what she looked like yet? She had a brown face with a red nose... that's it... didn't look like Mr Potato head at all, in fact she didn't look like much at all. I still joke about it till this day with her. If you see Becky at the wedding, just give a little rub of the nose in her direction for me, she'll know what you mean.
Tim Gruel, officially, my freshman year roommate, but unofficially, my weekend roommate for all four years of college. One of my closest friends, he introduced me to fantasy football, how often Bama loses to Auburn, THE chicken carbonera sandwich at Quiznos, Bubba Burgers, and a plethera of random words that can be found in Webster's dictionary. We spent most of our Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays at Weston watching football, Law & Order re-runs, or playing N-64. Tim is the newwest member of the groomsmen roster. Until recently, he was unsure when he was going to be assigned to his ship. That's right, Timmy is the most artistically talented, super inteligent and LAZIEST guy in the US Navy. This is the same guy who, when you knocked on his door before 4 in the afternoon, IF he came to the door at all, would be all crusty-eyed and groggy with sleep. Tim is a sarcastic, synical son-of-a-bitch . . . and one of the best friends a guy could ever ask for.