ooo, tall order... i just met them a short while ago. hm. they run an antique shop with espresso counter and twice-monthly musical jam; they own a sheltie/german shepherd cross named merlin that they would like to continue breeding "down" (i made the mistake of telling the bride i had a female sheltie and her eyes flew open and she said "is she cut?!?"); they're honeymooning at some very nice sounding bed and breakfast; their names are deborah and courtland (she can go by debbie but not deb, he can go by court or cl); he plays guitar, i don't think she plays an instrument... there, that's everything i know.
is there any poetry in that?