An insufferable wedding announcent.

Somebody get Katherine Heigl and James Marsden on the phone. I smell 27 Dresses II in the offing…

How about Snobnado?

BTW, did anyone look at their Amazon registry? They’re asking for a things like a single steak knife that costs $70, and about 12 different kinds of beeswax candles. I find it telling that people who bought them stuff bought all the cheapest stuff they had listed, and left the really expensive stuff.

Translation: she was raised from birth to sit there and look pretty and he didn’t shut the fuck up for an octillionth of a nanosecond.

The Ring XVI: Conflict-Free Diamonds Eco-Mindedly Brought to Light in Arkansas, Cradled in Recycled Gold Recovered from Unwanted Electronics Collected at a Community E-cycling Event, Lovingly Handcrafted by a Master Artisan of the Old School Who Nurtures Each Wearable Work of Art Into Being Using Heritage Tools in her Old Family Cabin in the Bosky Wilderness of Connecticut, With Such Care That She Can Only Accept Six Commissions a Year*

But it only played in a handful of arthouse theatres in a few lucky cities. You wouldn’t have heard of it.

I’m far too hipster to go to anything so crassly popular that I’ve heard of it.

What job does a Catholic Doctor of Theology aspire to, after he is married?

Trust-fund baby.

WTF does “ear-piercing loveliness” even mean? That’s like saying someone has a blinding voice.

And maybe I’m being sexist (or something…) but who uses words like “loveliness” when referring to the groom?

Academia is what they aspire to. Probably at a place like Notre Dame or Georgetown - more likely they end up at a smaller private Catholic College - if they manage to end up anywhere. The Church doesn’t have enough priests to spend them on the Theology department in their colleges.

I’m gonna pass. It will probably make my computer freeze (all links do), while simultaneously make me shit my pants.

My mom was headed towards hers – she would have been in academia as Dangerosa mentioned.

I went to an elite college and for five to ten years after, I would see names I recognized in the NYT engagements. Not people I would have associated with, but names from school. My roommate was actually really nice and down to earth, but she came from a rich family in Richmond, VA, and I did attend her debutante ball! I went by her sister’s apartment at school to see them and their mom and I see snacks. I was cautioned that it wasn’t the highest-quality caviar (I didn’t even recognize what it was at first). I managed to choke some down anyway. :stuck_out_tongue:

Isn’t that pretty typical for less monies couples, though? Or are those ones just striving?

At Williams-Sonoma, they have ordered a madeleine plaque. One simply cannot read Proust to one another without homemade madeleines as accompaniment.

http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/4277331/?wlitemid=4277331&wlid=bgxrpgb8dm&ggfrl=1

Did anyone bother to note the sheer number of things they have on their registries? That’s a lot of stuff for people who are supposed to be so sweet and spiritual.

Caviar is disgusting. I used to live in Russia. They serve caviar with every freaking meal. It flows like French fries in the US, and it is disgusting. Always. Just like all food in Russia. I don’t know why anything from Russia is considered a delicacy. I once got served chicken soup that had a feather in it.

I have considered writing a weight loss book that consists of living in Moscow for six months. Seriously. I lived there when I was 10. I grew and inch and a half and gained no weight. And I had access to Cadbury chocolate at the hard currency store.

I’ve never heard of a madeleine cake, and I’ve never heard a pan called a plaque. A plaque is on either a wall or your teeth. A Madeleine is a former US Secretary of State.

But did you watch The Sopranos?

Melfi: “Marcel Proust. Wrote a seven volume classic, Remembrance of Things Past. He took a bite of a madeleine – a kind of tea cookie he used to have when he was a child – and that one bite unleashed a tide of memories of his childhood and ultimately, his entire life.”

For the record, madeleines are delicious, with or without a plaque or a trust fund.

Mmmmmmmm…butter…

Maria and Georg did have other children. Three survived to adulthood.