Happy Monday you filthy animals.
We’re back on the NYT Weddings Section beat this week, now that the snoozefest of late December/ New Years nuptials is blessedly beyond us.
Note to self: when the time comes, schedule my vows for December 28th. Not only will getting married on Babygirl’s birthday be the ultimate theft of her thunder, but apparently no one legit schedules their wedding for that time of year… I’ll be the only game in town!
Picking this week’s winner was like fishing with dynamite. Seriously, you can’t make this shiz up. I think someone might be pranking the NYT with a parody of the ultimate wedding announcement.
Let’s see… met at Harvard, her dad is a baller at a baller investment firm and bases out of West Palm Beach, the husband is on the million-dollar-bonus track at Columbia and hails from Westport. REALLY?! Bonus points: this trick is the spitting image of Natasha… a.k.a. the LIAR who stole Mr. Big straight out of Carrie’s cold, horsey hands.
The only answer to how this perfect aligning of the preppy stars occurred is that Little Miss Thorndike made a deal with the devil and submitted her perfect game of MASH to become reality in exchange for her soul. No other explanation.
Below, the game of MASH.