The first time I went to the Inn at little Washington I embarked on a bit of a wild goose chase. Not for a goose, mind you, though I'm confident the folks at the Inn would have known what to do with one. No, we were on a search for some good light and a good fence. And we had a basket of eggs.
So what's with the title? A bit of a downer for a wedding blog, no? Well, Only the Dead Know Brooklyn happens to be the title of a short story by Thomas Wolfe, written in 1925 for the New Yorker, which begins, "Dere’s no guy livin’ dat knows Brooklyn t’roo an’ t’roo..."
This past summer, when so many folks were anxiously waiting for the release of The Hangover Part II, a little, unheralded movie came along and pretty much stomped it into the ground. Let's face it--Bridesmaids was funnier, more disgusting (if that's a good thing), and touchingly bittersweet.
Sarah McCalla and RJ Johnsen didn't actually get married at Hogwarts Academy, home to Harry, Hermione et al., but since this is the summer of the last film, and since St. Albans School has been open for a century now and has that long communal table look down pat, it almost feels like they did.
Despite their last names, it may come as surprise to learn that neither Wendy Li or David McElhoe is Jewish. (I kid, needless to say, probably because I am.) But when their band launched into the Hora late in the evening at Stotesbury Mansion in Philadelphia last month...
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