Quinn Bradlee’s wedding reception draws noise complaint—and three more sentences in WaPo

image Well, the Washington Post has now published more than three sentences about the Quinn Bradlee-Pary Anbaz Williamson wedding festivities this week.

The police showed up at 12:30 a.m. Monday in response to a Georgetown neighbor’s noise complaint about D.C.’s wedding reception of the year. So the Post’s Reliable Source gossip column generously doubled the total sentence count to six. Yes, three more in today’s follow-up, including a long one! Quinn Bradlee, of course, is the son of Watergate-era editor Ben Bradlee and society doyenne Sally Quinn, as well as the author of a moving memoir about his challenges with velo-cardio-facial syndrome. His new wife is a yoga instructor to the famous. In part—well, this is actually two of the three sentences—The Reliable Source tells us:

“Seems the tented backyard bash at the Georgetown home of the groom’s parents was a little too rowdy, what with two bands and a guest list in the hundreds including plenty of FOTP (friends of the parents): Alan Greenspan, Andrea Mitchell, Jim Jones, Vernon Jordan, Maureen Dowd, Chris Matthews, Jim Lehrer, Christiane Amanpour, Bob Woodward, Carl Bernstein (spotted dancing right next to—but not with — his ex, Nora Ephron), Barbara Walters and Phyllis George (and our boss; and his boss; and his boss …). Party like it’s 1989!”

imageThanks for the perky prose and guest list, Reliable Source; much better. That’s the stuff we should have read in the original report, along with plenty else. But what’s this about 1989? Post-related or not? ‘89 wasn’t disco’s prime, and I see nothing special in the Post’s official corporate timeline. Did you pick the year at random? Of course, 1989 was 100 years after the composition of the loud Washington Post March, by John Philip Sousa.

Another question for Roxanne Roberts and Amy Argetsinger, the Reliable Sourcers, is why it took a cop report for there to be even a mini-sequel to those three sentences. Some orders from above? Or are “our boss; and his boss; and his boss” not paying you enough for a more complete wedding write-up? As an RS admirer, I feel cruelly deprived of some substantive pop sociology. Wendy Blevin, you can be assured, would have delivered the full goods.

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