by Max Brantley
Interesting. Nothing, after a number of catty runup articles, in the New York Times today on Chelsea Clinton's wedding to Marc Mezvinsky this evening at an estate within commuting distance of New York City.
The Washington Post on the other hand blows it out. Speculation on the guest list. A roundup of headlines. A promise of "continuing coverage" on the gossip blog. Twitter chatter galore of course (trending snarky).
My own evening plans include dinner about halfway between Gravel Ridge and Otto — heirloom tomatoes from farmer Al Leveritt will be the headliner, along with pork smoked by pit virtuoso David Koon.
UPDATE: As guests begin to surface, names emerged. There was a rehearsal dinner for the wedding party last night, but also a cocktail party at the hotel where Bill and Hillary Clinton are staying for all wedding guests who are scattered in lodgings ranging from quaint B&Bs to a Hampton Inn in Poughkeepsie. Marie Clinton Bruno of Little Rock talked to the NY Times, remembering Chelsea's role as a bridesmaid in her wedding to Gio. Ted Danson and Mary Steenburgen turned up, too. Bill Clinton lunched with brother Roger. I'd love to know how the NY Times reporter concluded that the throng of young people in attendance (imagine, Chelsea and Marc asked THEIR friends to the wedding) were a mix of Arkansas and the hedge fund world. Perhaps some were barefoot. Hint to NY Times: Some people may be natives of Arkansas AND work at hedge funds. Ask around.
The vast majority of guests looked to be in their late 20s or 30s, perhaps college and work friends of the bride and groom. Perhaps they will be celebrities some day, but for now they can rest comfortably in their anonymity. They seemed to be a mixture of Arkansas and the hedge-fund world. One blonde in a ballooning yellow dress walked across the street to the gawkfest and took pictures of the locals, then had her picture taken with them, then posed with a bemused and very patient state trooper.
“We don’t know who we’re looking at,” one bystander complained. “My God, they all look like they’re in their 20s. They’re kids! Seriously, I want to see Oprah.”