Following in the footsteps of her woo brethren, Donk is most likely making plans for at least three weddings, assuming Dr. Dodi pops the question and destroys his future. One of these weddings will probably take place in San Francisco, primarily for friends and Dodi’s California family. Another wedding will occur at Camp Septic, with Annie Lalala officiating as various woos spout gibberish and Donk & Dodi, in their underwear, ingest plant medicine and grin maniacally. I DO, I DO, I DO!
Look for Petey and Robin to pay for a third wedding at the Michigan Shores Club, where Dodi and the Baughers went for Christmas dinner. It doesn’t get more Midwestern than this overstuffed, tacky Tudor monstrosity nestled along the shores of beautiful Lake Michigan in Wilmette.
Yes, membership to the Michigan Shores Club is restricted – there will be no shirtless dirtfest DJs in the Shawnee Pub, where a strict dress code is enforced.
With an understanding of the club’s history and the nature of our membership, The Membership Committee’s most important function is to identify individuals and families that share the Board’s vision for the club. The Membership Committee carefully considers membership applications and invitations for membership must be approved by the Membership Committee and the Board of Directors.
Not to worry, Dodi, Your future father-in-law has already met with the Board of Directors to ensure your membership!
For the wedding of the century – somebody notify Page Six – the Stone Ballroom has it all, everything to make a couple’s Tudor dreams a reality!
The stone patio and deck outside the ballroom can accommodate any size wedding reception. It doesn’t get any whiter:
Nutty Granny Money Bags, Wilmette’s most vocal anti-multiculturalist, raves about Michigan Shores: “The Negro servers wear blindingly white uniforms. Even white gloves. And they play Bach. Lots of Bach. It’s like a mid-twentieth-century country club. My home away from home!”
Here’s to Wilmette wedding bells!