America is to be forgiven for indulging in all things Chelsea Clinton these past few days. It’s been so long, at least a year and a half, that Americans have had anything to be happy about. So, the country is indulging itself, as will we, in a Chelsea Clinton Honeymoon. It’s a midsummer dream. Good news finally arrives.
This Sunday we will all be in search mode for anecdotes of The Wedding as well as pictures of the wedding. Already we have seen the shiny platinum colored ornamental waist cincture circling Chelsea’s wedding dress (designer: Vera Wang). We’ve also seen Hillary’s Oscar De LaRenta dress as well as many other dresses on Chelsea’s young friends. It’s such a relief to see event appropriate, age appropriate clothing on well mannered people dressed for the occasion – not a ceaseless parade of cocktail dresses accessorized with automotive parts found discounted at PeP Boys outlets everywhere.
In this midsummer Chelsea Clinton Honeymoon we give praise for the great weather enjoyed by Chelsea’s wedding party as well as the absence of certain people.
We simply could not have survived another day of you-know-who and you-know-what. We have no doubt that you-know-what screamed “who the hell do they think they are?” to you-know-who when she finally realized that her mailbox was not about to spew forth an invitation to certain festivities in upstate New York. We sort of felt sorry for you-know-who and his sleeves when you-know-what got through screaming and ripping vegetables out of the patch to throw at stinky you-know-who.
America his having a honeymoon respite courtesy of Chelsea. Thank you Chelsea. And thank you Bill and Hillary. The people of Rhinebeck celebrated:
“But on her wedding day on Saturday, even as the Clintons sought to shroud the event in secrecy, residents and onlookers here decided they were going to celebrate along with them, invited or not.
So despite confidentiality agreements, anonymous hotel reservations and a no-fly zone established over the area, this moneyed and normally subdued town turned into a Chelsea theme park, with shop windows filled with tributes to her, including one with a live model in a wedding dress having her makeup done.
A baseball team sent its mascot, dressed up as a raccoon, parading through town with a sign asking Ms. Clinton to marry him. Teenage boys chased after former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright, seeking autographs. Young women passed out slices of pizza with “I do” written in pepperoni.”
Our national harlot, Sally Quinn headlined:
“Chelsea Clinton and Marc Mezvinsky: Our national joy“
Thank you Chelsea and Marc and Hillary and Bill for this midsummer sanity. We’re on a national honeymoon – until tomorrow – when we resume our regularly scheduled programming.