Pamela & Gary
Our Wedding Party
Matthew Applegate
Best Man, M.D.
Even though I don't have a biological brother, I was lucky enough in my life to meet Matt Applegate. Over the 18 years we've known each other he has become my most trusted friend, confidant and advisor. And over that time, he's become more than a friend, he's become my brother. I'm honored to have him by my side on our special day!
Sarah Foley
Sister of Awesome
It was 1982, and little 5-year-old Sarah Ringstrom was living her best life as an only child. Then the new baby sister came along and RUINED EVERYTHING and all she got in exchange was a Strawberry Shortcake gazebo. They say "having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of." Well, Sarah could not get rid of little Pammy, so they decided (approximately 20 years later) to be best friends.
Vincent Calabrese
Usher of Excellence
12 years ago, this guy came screaming into the world ready to take it by storm. 12 years later, he's spreading light and joy to everyone he comes across. He's lucky to have such a fun uncle, or Funcle, if you will. And I am lucky to have such a cool kid as a nephew. Along with rundowns of his most recent trip to Disney, or his family Ford Fairlane, he'll show you to your seat with astounding aplomb.
Sara Calabrese
Reader / Dance Choreographer
Butthead...that's what she used to call me. We butted heads a lot growing up, but I think that's because we're more alike than we we could have realized at the time. Actually, she still calls me butthead to this day. Despite our battles as children, I always looked up to her. And it turned out, she was pretty cool too. She fueled my delightfully 90's musical taste at the time by buying me an R.E.M. concert t-shirt in the 7th grade, a Bush concert t-shirt in the 9th grade (don't judge), took me to my first concert ever (shout out to The Verve Pipe), and took me to my first Metallica concert (timeless). She even grudgingly let me hang out with her and her friends on occasion. I'm glad we were able to see past our differences to see how similar we really are.
Gabe Holland
Reader/Dance Captain
It was 1997 and Pamela and Gabe met in... social studies? I can't remember how it started, but I do know that passed notes in high school classes, 7-11 Slurpees, and band competition bus rides, became college friends, confidantes, and frequent e-mail correspondents, became trips across the country to countless apartments in New York, Arizona, and California, cocktails by pools, and texting about RuPaul's Drag Race. Did those two awkward band nerds have any idea they'd still be friends more than 20 years later? I didn't have a clue, but I'm grateful. You'll find Gabe on the dance floor.