So, I understand there’s a wedding this weekend. I’ve heard this line delivered several times in the past month, always ironically. Gail Collins:
Finally, I am happy to report that Chelsea Clinton is getting married on Saturday. Perhaps you hadn’t heard.
I gather this means the wedding has received redonkulous press attention in the media-saturated east, where the bride and groom live. But honestly, even media-saturated me hasn’t been paying all that much attention, and I probably wouldn’t have paid any at all if it weren’t for the fact the wedding is allegedly taking place in Rhinebeck, N.Y. It so happens we went to a wedding in Rhinebeck, when was it? Seven years ago. A fine time it was, taking place on the grounds of a country inn. This was the wedding I think I’ve mentioned before — the theme was “candy,” and was integrated into everything from the invitation (which arrived in an edible white-chocolate box) to cocktail hour (which featured sticky-sweet drinks) to table assignments (on all-day suckers) to the party favors, which included a custom CD of romantic music labeled to look like a peppermint twist. Scott, I still have it, and listened to it just the other day. It holds up. Track 1: Gene Wilder singing “Pure Imagination,” from “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.” One of the band members flirted with me, and I’m glad I remember, because I think that’s the last time that’s going to happen, ever.
I don’t know what the theme of Chelsea’s wedding is, if there even is one. I hope it goes swimmingly, and it almost certainly will. New York magazine offers an FAQ full of links, if you’re interested. I’m not, particularly, but I did learn one thing I hadn’t known before: Chelsea is a vegan.
I always hated this sort of “journalism,” i.e., a) covering people who didn’t want to be covered; and b) hadn’t done anything to deserve unwelcome coverage. Shout a rude question at a dirty politician doing a perp walk? Not my thing, but there’s no shame in that. Put up a “slideshow” of nine frames, showing the bride-to-be covering a distance of about three feet, her face and head covered by a floppy straw hat? That’s WWD’s thing, I guess, but it would make me feel dirty. I don’t even like reading it:
Asked on the street what she found most challenging about planning a wedding, Chelsea Clinton looked up briefly but remained silent and lowered her head again.
You don’t say.
If we want to cover political weddings, surely there are more publicity-hungry candidates out there. Oh, wow:
“Bristol (Palin) definitely has some interesting ideas for her wedding,” Us Weekly executive editor Caroline Schaefer told NBC News in a story that aired Thursday morning on TODAY. “She wants to wear a Carolina Herrera gown … in white. She would like Levi and little Tripp to wear camo vests.”
Now this is interesting. The camo-at-the-wedding idea isn’t unique to Bristol, you should know. About a year ago, in that endless week between Christmas and New Year’s, we stumbled upon a marathon of something called “My Big Redneck Wedding” on Country Music Television. As entertainment, I could take it or leave it, but as anthropology? Fascinating. From the “about” link:
Each episode, hosted by Tom Arnold, will feature a different redneck wedding, each with its own rustic eccentricities, whether it is a four-legged best man, a romantic beer can canopy, a celebratory shotgun salute or a reception filled with mattress surfing and mud wrestling.
Honestly, the standard camo detail is so commonplace at these things it wasn’t even worth mentioning, unless it was done in truly interesting fashion: One bride wore one of those headpieces that comes down on your forehead, with the attached veil? Camo. Another had a camo train. The grooms wore camo so often that more conventional black tie was the exception, rather than the rule. It sounds as though Levi and Bristol’s wedding will be all of a piece. And that thing will deserve a slideshow. I really can’t wait.
OK, I’m outta here. We have comp’ny coming tomorrow night, which means I have to clean the house and start assembling the beer-can canopy. Any suggestions for the menu? I thought I’d go to the Eastern Market tomorrow and see what looks good, but if anyone knows of something new and interesting to do with sweet corn and tomatoes (most likely to be found in abundance tomorrow), I’m all ears. (Ha ha. Ears.)
A great weekend to you and yours. I’m gone.