Tamara and I have been friends since our first year of high school, when we were in the same band and gym class and discovered how fiercely competitive the other person was. We used to pass notes back and forth in English class and she hated that my nickname for her was "Big Mac". She's such a funny, caring, and great person to be around and I'm so glad she found somebody just as great to be around. The night before Greg planned to propose (at Disneyland -- 100 cool points to you, Greg), he was so nervous about ruining it that he couldn't sleep and almost ruined it by blurting it out to Tamara in his sleep-deprived state. Luckily Tamara never suspected a thing, and now they're getting married at the church her family founded way back in the day. I can't wait.