Eighteen years ago today I became Mr. Bombshell of the Balkans.
It’s interesting because later this afternoon, Chelsea Clinton and Marc Mezvinsky will say their “I do’s” at a posh estate in upstate New York. Barbra Streisand and Steven Spielberg are rumored to be guests. In all, the whole affair – sorry, bad word choice perhaps when it comes to a Clinton – is estimated to cost between $2 million and $5 million.
Good grief, the portable toilets for the guests will run $15,000.
Eighteen years ago, the Sunflower of Saks and I tied the knot,in Las Vegas at the Little Chapel of the Bells, in a company of a my brother and his then girlfriend and a minister who was a cross between an Elvis impersonator-in-training and Jimmy Swaggert.
Now to be sure the Clintons are very wealthy and they hang out with other wealthy types and yes perhaps there is an expectation that the marriage of their only child should be a grand and lovely event. Fine, no problem.
But really now, could these two wacky, crazy, coo-coo-in-love kids still manage to get married, have a nice reception and all the rest for say, a lousy, stinking $500,000?
This is hardly an original thought, but cannot a case me made today that two many young couples spend more time preparing for the wedding than they do preparing for the marriage?
Long ater the tony Port-A-Johns have been carted off, Mr. and Mrs. Mezvinsky are going to have to get on with the business of husband and wife.
We got married in relatively humble, albeit tacky, surroundings. But we are no less married than the Mezvinksys.
Here’s what I hope for the new couple. That after they’ve been married for 18 years and experieinced the ups and downs, the good times and the bad, the truimphs and the setbacks that they will be able to look at each other, as I have done so many thankful times and say: “I would do it all over again.”