One assumes there must be a good reason why your opera singing cousin's extensive biography makes no mention of you at all! Either that, or it's criminal oversight.
One can only wonder which orienteer she might be marrying, Mr. NGPC!
I love biographies that end with "Ms.Hughes makes her homes in New York and Paris..."
I can picture "Mr.Granovskiy makes his homes in gutters, treetops and, occasionally, cardboard boxes."
Well, the wedding was a fine production. I can report the following O'-relevant news:
Took place on an O' map (New York's Central Park) , though I doubt that anyone else in the crowd was aware of that. The groom, orignally from New York and now an art dealer in Paris, seems to have limited O' potential, though he was quite the active figure on the dance floor. The husband of one of his cousins, who I sat next to at dinner, was from Newtown, Connecticut and knew about the Western Connecticut O' Society. And, while I can't report that any good orienteering happened, I can say that some really bad orienteering was averted -- my mother didn't come, but that didn't stop her boyfriend (age about 80) from coming and partaking liberally of the booze, to the extent that he was kissing and doing who knows what else to anyone he happened to be near. My brother was deputized to deal with this, and he determined pretty quickly that the best solution was to send him home (to lower Manhattan) in a cab. Oh no, said the boyfriend, he would walk home and started to head off in a northerly direction. I think my brother ended up stuffing him in a cab somewhat against his will, averting a potentially tragic 180.
Wow - we've been upgraded to a Society!
I'm not sure, but I think I might have heard your cousin sing on A Prairie Home Companion.