twas the night before Beer Olympics, when all through Southie all the gentlemen were scrambling, "but we need more ladies!" for the games had been set with great thought and great care knowing tomorrow, the coolest uniforms they'd wear the 20somethings were all snoozing all snug in their beds with visions of flip cup glory dancing in their heads Lynn was on L Street, Brian on West Fourth not knowing what the next day’s games would bring forth suddenly the group’s phones all buzzed with excited text messages Val had written “I found girls to play…and they’ll bring frosty beverages!” On Soltis! On McConachie! To Meg’s apartment they would dash to with glee tomorrow was filled with oh so many possibilities gathered the following morning, names were drawn from a hat to see with whom you would play beer pong and other shenanigans like that names Brian and Lynn were drawn in back-to-back order “Let’s be Team Greece” they decided, and high fives were in order and maybe they didn’t win a gold medal or first place but a spark had been lit and a smile was on both face memories got foggy shortly after the fall of daylight But one thing is certain: happy Beer Olympics was had by all, and for all a glittery night!

Brian moved to Back Bay right after we met. We had our first official "date" there, hanging on the roof deck with sushi and Spanish wine (of course). Coincidentally enough, Brian's roommate at the time, Patrick Manning (see: groomsmen), lives in the building again with his wife. Brian told me the Doctors Manning were having friends over for drinks after work one Friday night in late June. When we got there, Lynn remarked how surprising it was that we were the first ones to arrive, since as anyone who knows us knows we are never the first ones anywhere. After we had reminisced about how our first date occured there almost exactly five years prior, Brian pulled a ring box out of a box of crackers and dropped to one knee!