And then, at 2 a.m. Sunday morning, it was all over.
After 17 months of being engaged — and 15 years of not-dating dating, according to one toast — Mitzi and Jason are now married and the wedding is all over.
And I have to say, in spite of all my mockery and comments, it was actually really nice.
I mean, no expense was spared, but it was a classy affair, and just a really, really great night.
I was impressed and many of the folks there said they were too.
To answer some basic questions … the guest list included 272 people, the colors were brown and pink, the bride looked amazing, the band rocked, the pigs in blankets were good but the burger bar was even better, I didn’t sleep with any of the bridesmaids, I was told “you’re next” just twice, I drank three shots and half a martini yet still stayed sober (they were clearly very weak drinks), the bride and groom danced to “When You Say Nothing at All” from the Notting Hill soundtrack, and my speech went off without a hitch — and I actually got some laughs.
The paparazzi were out in force, of course (hey, that rhymes!), and you can see some of the pictures here.
For any other details, you’ll just have to ask.
Oh yeah, and as it turns out, the happy couple was, in fact, NYT–worthy.
You can click here to read the blurb that appeared in Sunday’s paper.
Martin's Musings 
A bit late but Mazal Tov!!