A few minutes ago, my daughter, rushing to get ready, asked me to find and print out directions to the wedding she’s going to of a college friend of hers; it was being held 60 miles away through the worst of Bay Area traffic. I glanced at the wedding invitation, and…
…”MICHELLE!!!!”
It said the parents of the groom were holding a second reception later at their home in Indiana.
The father of the groom was our Mormon bishop when we lived in West Lafayette 25+ years ago while my husband was in a PhD program at Purdue. I taught a Sunday School class of ten-year-olds and they adored me and I them enough that one even sent me a wedding announcement a few years ago, but I’d gradually lost touch with them all. 
And now I have the address of the parents of one of them to go and say hi, both to their daughter and to them.
Very, very cool.