Okay, before we really get going on my latest reign as Lord of Petworth, I’d like to take a moment to come clean on why I’m here–and why the Prince of Petworth is not.
Last night, our Prince of Petworth got hitched.
He and his brand new wife… (Well, she isn’t “brand new,” really–that would be weird, like marrying an infant or something. No, she’s been around for a few years…a bona fide adult, even.)
ANYHOW, he and his wife are taking a few well-deserved days away to contemplate what they’ve done and how they can get out of it without having to return any of their wedding gifts.
And let me answer the question about the wedding that I know everyone is wondering: Yes, I looked fantastic.
In all seriousness, the wedding was letter perfect. Despite the threat of rain on the outdoor wedding, the sun came out and it was lovely. The Prince definitely “married up,” his bride is not only one of the most charming and kind people I’ve met here in DC, but last night she looked ridiculously beautiful.
And I don’t think the Prince could have smiled any more than he did.
I think it would be great if you folks took a moment to leave the Prince and his bride a shout out in the comments. If 3,000 people can leave comments every time any PoP post mentions crime, gentrification, cats, graffiti, bad restaurant service, or teenagers–than I think you folks can knock out a quick congrats on a happy occasion.