I Don't Want to Go To...

After reading today's Times article about Chelsea C. I had to fiercely battle my inner demons not to write some wrathfully mocking recap. But hey, at least she kept entry-level tickets to the ballet at a very pedestrian 75 bucks a pop...Okay, I can't hold my tongue. How fitting is it that the potential First Hedge Fund Baby is about to get hitched to the son of a crook whose Congressman father tried to plead insanity via Malaria drugs to beat prison? If things don't work out, tell Chels that the Quabbin Blogger is always potentially single and, while my lovin' comes with a lot of perks, money and a HRC vote aren't two of them.