Our Bridal Party

Nick’s older (and debatably wiser) brother. He’s a dad, a baseball guy, a golfer with “potential,” and a fisherman who insists it’s about the peace, not the catch. Despite being the one with more life experience, he still eats baby food like it’s a delicacy. He may not be the better-looking brother, but he’s got heart—and really, isn’t that what counts?

Nick’s younger brother and the only extrovert in America who willingly chose accounting. When he’s not jet-setting or spoiling his dog, you’ll find him dominating Strat-O-Matic (don't ask). He’ll consider his best man duties complete the moment “Wedding Austin” emerges—shirt off, dance floor on fire, no explanation necessary.

Nick’s younger cousin by 14 years and his walking, talking protégé—just taller, smarter, and better looking. Nick still swears he threw harder in high school, and no, we’re not checking the tape. Alex just graduated high school—second in his class—and is headed to the Colorado School of Mines to play baseball and study engineering. He’s often spotted wandering through social gatherings talking to strangers, just like their “GPA.” He rarely gets into trouble, but when he does, there’s usually a missed curfew, a Nerf gun, and plausible deniability involved.

Maxine’s brother and Nick’s go-to shotgun competition (read: consistent loser). A frat star turned finance chad, Carter now splits his time between watching the Knicks break his heart, perfecting his golf swing, and being the world’s best “funcle” to Billie. He’s got the swagger, the spreadsheets, and just enough delusion to think this is the year for New York.

Maxine’s younger brother and certified vibe curator. If he’s not slinging software, he’s dancing in a crowd somewhere, live-streaming a music festival none of us have heard of yet. Jack’s a food lover, ramen master (worth bribing for), and our most unpredictable traveler—we’re all praying his alarm goes off in time for this flight.

Chris and Nick have played baseball together most of their lives, but his most impressive assist was accidentally introducing Nick to Maxine at a high school reunion party—earning him a lifelong promotion to brother-in-law. As a kid, he was nicknamed “the Gerber Baby” because of his unsettling resemblance to the Gerber Baby. Then his voice dropped and he started growing facial hair in the fourth grade. He somehow graduated from UCLA (we’re all still scratching our heads), and now spends his free time stirring the pot, draining threes in rec league hoops, and losing to Nick in liar’s dice. 

​Cam and Nick met in 7th grade when Nick moved to Pleasanton, instantly bonding over sports, proximity, and questionable math ethics. (Nick still takes credit for Cam’s college entrance exam... and diploma.) Cam betrayed their high school by transferring to rival Foothill to chase his Wes Welker dreams, only to get smoked by Nick and Chris in NCS baseball. These days, Cam’s bedtime is 8pm sharp, his plans are made two weeks in advance, and his ideal evening is sushi and a shirley temple. 

Grant played outfield at Duke while Nick pitched, though his true athletic claim to fame was leading the ACC in naps. He’s now a software engineer with a mild fear of AI, a Denver Zoo volunteer, and the unofficial king of grandpa dance moves—expect lawn mowers, lightbulb changes, and at least one aggressive scooping motion. He once teamed up with Nick’s parents to pull off a surprise 21st birthday, which tells you everything you need to know about his loyalty and his sneakiness.

Conner ("The Dark Horse") transferred to Duke sophomore year, stole everyone’s heart (including his now-wife’s), and somehow became both Nick’s pitching buddy and Super Smash Bros. nemesis overnight. His sinker was Mariano Rivera-level—predictable, devastating, and deeply unfair. These days, he’s crushing it in corporate finance, looking suspiciously polished in glasses, and remains nearly impossible to roast. His one known scandal? Teaming up with Nick to shield Ed Sheeran from paparazzi and frat stars during a Chapel Hill bar crawl. True story. They took the mission very seriously.

Trent and Nick were teammates at Duke, where Trent threw a changeup so filthy it had future MLB stars swinging at air—and at least one first-rounder quietly seething with envy. Born and raised in San Diego, he somehow ended up in Texas with a tiny wiener dog named Rita and zero explanation. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t let many people in, but when he does, you’re in for life. Nick would know—they once spent spring break in Costa Rica, drinking piña coladas and dancing in the rain like a rom-com no one asked for.