Back when I was an undergrad at UNC, I was having lunch with a group of friends at Granville Towers and we were talking about what our future weddings would be like. Small, huge, outdoor, ballroom, mountains, beaches, etc, etc. When it was my turn, I said, “I don’t care about any of the particulars, but whoever my future wife is, she had better be down with one thing. I’m inviting Roy Williams, and if he accepts my invitation, he sits at the head table.”
Unbeknownst to me, my future wife was actually sitting at that table. Katie, who at the time was just a friend, surely took a mental note in 2005.