How they met remains a mystery, but the two appear to have first surfaced as adults in 1950s Manhattan. Wary of publicity, the duo combined talents to publish beat poems under the pen-name Mort Snoot. Details from this period are few, but sources close to the two claim that in 1956 they penned their magnum opus - a poem called 'Hoot', exploring the human condition with a raw and vulgar vibrancy never before put to page. However, shortly after they hit the Greenwich streets to celebrate with vanilla cokes, their roommate Al collected the manuscript pages lying about and disappeared with them – later publishing their masterpiece sans the 18-page chapter that explored the primordial power of boogers. Young Richard, while devastated, was not surprised. Al had shown little regard for their free spirits, and had repeatedly warned them to stop leaving their shoes in the living room and their papers lying around. The lesson would remain with Richard for life.
Disenchanted with the word revolution, they yearned for something tangible. As shown in this never-before-seen photo, separate paths led them to the Cuban tropical forest. Both were attracted to le revolucion by the retro jungle outfits and promises by young Fidel of “s'mores” prepared with single-plantation 90% cacao chocolate. Tension rose to the surface for the first time in their relationship when Ricardo snagged the last hat. Claiming that the "hat was the best part,” Carlos had had enough, and disappeared into the dense wilderness.
Having tasted the spartan life of a revolutionary, Carl set his sights on Hollywood. Now known as Carl Welles-Fellini, he found himself directing critically acclaimed but commercially unviable films like the 1959 classic “Son of Godzilla and Mothra vs. the Blob.” Struggling to write a hit, Carl called on his P.I.C. in hopes of capturing lightning in a bottle once again. Carl’s then fiancé Marilyn was awestruck by Richard. She spent days by the pool, entranced by glimpses of Richard’s glistening pectorals as he emerged from his afternoon swim. Again, details from this period are murky. To this day, Hollywood dramas involving love triangles occupy a soft spot in Carl’s tender heart. Hence, the boxed sets of Dawson’s Creek that decorate the Plunkett media library.
Passport control records from Dover, England indicate that Richard next surfaced in Liverpool under the name Ricky Schlectington. There he eked out a life entertaining pub patrons with blistering renditions of barbershop classics from his violin. Convinced that the future of music lay in rock bands fronted by master fiddlers, Ricky gathered four lost souls to provide back-up. Spellbound by Ricky’s radical hairstyle, Carl invited the group to premiere in the U.S. on “Rockin’ Sockin’ hits with Mr. P” - his nascent evening variety show broadcast from his Atlanta basement. No video of the performance exists, but stagehands from the era claim that Carl insisted Ricky drop the four long-haired freeloaders and join him in a duet. By order of the FCC, neither has been broadcast live since.
According to their file, the record is blank until five years later. A former NASA official recently came forward with shocking proof that the Apollo 11 mission was a do-over. The first attempt was apparently doomed by two of the astronauts. Only fragments of tape from the black box remain:
[Astronaut 1]: How come Carl gets the window?
<4 minutes, 38 seconds inaudible>
[Astronaut 2]: Stop looking at me! Michael, Richard won’t stop look <inaudible> me.
[Astronaut Collins]: Don’t think I won’t turn this rocket around right now!
<end tape>
Carol hails from the metropolis of Paducah, Kentucky – home to Slim’s bbq sandwiches and her alma mater, the proud Loan Oak Purple Flash. Aside from the occasional “y’all”, Carol’s Kentucky accent has all but disappeared after years of working in the sleepy backwater community known as Washington DC. Carol works as an expert in information 
technology and puts her skills to use keeping America’s enemies at bay. Next time the threat level rises from pastel to neon, you can be sure Carol is on the job. When she needs a break from protecting the free world, she and her beau Bob suit up in black leather and hit some curvy Virginia back-country roads on their Harley.
Matt would not be the refined stud he is today without Carol’s help. She stayed up many nights making sure that when Matt went on a sleepwalking adventure, he didn’t end up in the Potomac. And Matt may have remained the lazy slob he so aspired to be had Carol not thrust him into his first two glamorous jobs (deck-carpentry-assistant and K-Mart associate). Despite her humble demeanor, her inner circle also knows that Carol is a master craftswoman
in the meticulous art of scrapbooking. The creative whirlwinds turned out from her home studio inspired the wedding invitations you all saw. Who knew there were special scissors to cut out paper ocean waves??
Despite growing up near the shores of Lake Monona in Wisconsin, Matt’s mom Susan is a true northern California chick. She will be easy to spot at the wedding – just look for the lady hopping from one guest to the next in a valiant effort to turn Georgia from a red to blue state one person at a time. Susan has always been (and remains) far ahead of her time. She is the first to admit that she was dweebazoid before dweebazoid was cool.
Despite serious concerns that she was not spending enough time cultivating a decent prom date, Susan was happy to be both uber-nerdy and athletic when she bolted Madison for a scholarship to Macalaster College - where she rocked the bagpipes.
dropping some serious knowledge. This comes in very handy, but beware, if knowledge needs to be dropped it will be – there is no stopping the flow. Her areas of expertise include: scientific evidence proving the importance of a good night’s sleep, the Myers-Briggs personality type indicators, and fru-fru left-wing California food/anti-oxidant/yoga type stuff. Susan can 
rightfully take credit for many of Matt’s finer points, given that she nudged him into almost every new thing he ever tried. She is guilty of some colossal swings-and-misses though. Most notably, when she pleaded in the 1980s for Matt to read books instead of comics, she did not foresee how cool a thirty-something with a massive comic collection would appear to the 2009 world.
Born and raised in the South, Mary Catherine's mom Beth is a true Southern Belle with the cred (you can't get much more belle than being a Kappa Delta at the University of Alabama) to prove it. 
Hailing from several small towns across the fine state of Alabama, Beth defines Southern hospitality. And maybe thanks to her finishing school stint in Boston, she also packs a CEO-worthy TCB quiver next to her arsenal of charisma. Lucky for the wedding party attendees, Beth has attempted to educate her daughter on the proper etiquette required for an afternoon spring wedding.
Beth brings her Southern charm to the classroom, where she inspires her 5th graders with the awesomeness of... math. Yes, only a true Southern belle could captivate a room of eleven year olds with talk of improper fractions and solving for x. It’s not at all surprising that Mary Catherine turned out so freakishly awesome, because Beth brings a passion to all the things she loves. If you find yourself in the greater 
Atlanta area on a fall Saturday and hear screams that pulse through your body, there is a 90% chance that Beth just reacted to an incredible spin-move by the Alabama tailback. And if you want to see what kind of perfection true skill, charm and passion can combine to create – beg Beth to make her chocolate cake!
When not serving as Mary Catherine’s Maid of Honor (or “MOH” as coined in the Patrick Dempsey star vehicle Made of Honor), Dr. Semon splits her time between the Smithsonian Marine Station in Ft. Pierce, FL and coral reefs of Costa Rica, the Bahamas, and the Florida Keys.
Best Man: George Korniotis
“Giorgos” hails from the ancient island civilization of Cyprus. Like the South, Cyprus is famous for its bbq, but mostly for its bbq’d cheese – Haloumi. His island also witnessed the birth of Venus and (several centuries later) the rise of Michalos the Great, George’s father. M-t-G recently fulfilled an ancient prophecy of the Cypriot people when he forged the great ring-of-power that now adorns Mary Catherine’s hand. 
Few know that George is also a master in the ancient martial art of Budokon. We suspect that he does it mostly for the cool black outfit.
If you're looking for things to do during your stay, consider visiting Jekyll Island. It's right next door to St. Simons and is home to the famously exclusive Jekyll Island Club where, in 1910, bankers met in secret to create the Federal Reserve.Matt recommends Lords of Finance: The Bankers Who Broke the World if you want to learn more.
Jekyll Island is also home to the highly competitive Annual Plunkett Family Putt-Putt tournament!
