That dress is Vera Wang and it is AMAZEBALLS.
Chelsea Clinton got married on Saturday, and I wasn’t invited. What gives, Chels? (That’s what I’d call her if we were really close friends, which, unfortunately, we’re not.) Whatever it was that didn’t get me an invite, I’m pretty bummed about it. The explanation of why I personally think I didn’t get invited happens to be one of my claims to fame – one which I haven’t yet shared with anyone I know, so this will be a nice “kill two birds” way of telling the story, plus I don’t think I’ve come off as an especially arrogant person to you guys thus far, and I’m dying to change that. Pretty sure this will do the trick. (Note: I’m going to pepper in some pics of Chelsea and her new hubby, because that’s how we do up in hurr.)
Ok, here we go. I really think it could have something to do with bad timing and a stupid mistake.
You see, I knew Chelsea back in 2002 when she was with that other guy she dated for a while – remember her boyfriend Ian Klaus?
↑ Ian Klaus, if you don’t remember ↑
Yeah, well that was my first mistake. I entered her life during the Ian relationship, a romance that, as evidenced by Saturday evening’s events, was doomed for failure.
Here’s my second mistake: I gave all girls a bad name during one fateful road trip we took up north to a ski lodge to meet up with our significant others. This stupid mistake is one I never thought twice about… until today.
No, we didn’t get down.
I know that’s what you’re thinking I mean by “gave all girls a bad name,” but believe me, what I do mean is almost as terrible…
Wedding photo break!
… Because of me and my insistent mouth, we chose the “shortest distance” option over the “fastest distance” on the car’s GPS unit, which resulted in a multiple-hours-long-side-country-roads-with-achingly-low-speed-limits road trip. It took a really, really, really long time to get there. And it was all my fault. But – and I apologize for the one-two punch here, ladies – Ian didn’t have to listen to me when he chose which set of directions to take on the GPS unit. I mean, I’m the person who still calls my Dad if I get super lost. And I’m… well, I’m older than the average age girls stop calling their dads for directions (I think? Ladies, do you still do that in your mid-to-late 20s?). Anyway, he could have pulled the man-card, but he didn’t… and we all suffered. I really could have SWORN “shortest distance” was the right choice. I felt like such an idiot four hours in. Uggh.
So Chelsea, that’s why Ian was late for dinner at the lodge back in 2002. I know… LIKE. YOU. CARE. That was more for me than for you, though. Conscience cleared.
Now, even though everything I’ve stated above is true, I think I was most likely not invited because of the fact that I’m just screwing around with you guys and she wouldn’t even remember my name if she saw me today, given the fact that she and I were never more than acquaintances for a brief wrinkle in time and there’s no way I’d ever get invited to her wedding because that would be the most random thing ever. But I told you this story because I didn’t feel like regurgitating the same wedding details as every other site you’ve seen today. People, US Magazine, ABC News and pretty much everyone else covered her wedding remarkably well, and the last thing you need is me telling you the same thing. So I thought I’d mix it up. Ok, on to some more pics!
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Unfortunately, the photo below is not of my estate. It is an aerial view of the estate built by John Jacob Astor on the Hudson River, aka the location of Marc Mezvinsky and Chelsea Clinton’s wedding, which took place Saturday evening in Rhinebeck, NY. If you were wondering.
Because Chelsea is Methodist and Marc is Jewish, they had an interfaith ceremony which honored both traditions. I think that is hyper cool.
Check out the ruffled frills on her dress. Do you love? Because I do. I love long time.
Blast from the past: did you know they knew one another way back when? The shot below is from a vacation in Hilton Head, SC. The two met through their parents in the early ’90s at Renaissance Weekend, a prestigious networking event held there.
Marc, mama Hillary, Chelsea and papa Bill.
Dying over that photo. And that BELT. Oh laaaaaawd that belt. It’s ostentatious, yes, but on her, it just WORKS, doesn’t it? It’s why I love her dress. Her dress is frilly, but very simple, and adding a piece like that gorgeous, wide, heavily embellished shimmering belt can launch your dress into style overdrive. Well played, Chels. I never knew she had such style. This has got to be my favorite dress on a celebrity in quite some time.
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So, what do you think of her look? And, more importantly, how she rocked that incredible dress? Personally, I think Chelsea looks spectacular. Gorgeous from top to bottom. Her dress fit her perfectly, and I’m not just sucking up. I mean, you know I’m honest when it comes celebrity weddings, right?
xoxo! – Alison