Full disclosure: I’ve not been invited to Chelsea Clinton’s wedding (did you suspect anything to the contrary?). I’m, however, not entirely unhappy with that distinction.
 
At long last (and with relative ease), I find myself in the same league as many Nobel laureates, Pulitzer Prize, Oscar, Grammy and Tony award winners, celebrities, business leaders and just about every conceivable category of who’s who, including President Barack Obama.                                      
 
The “wedding of the decade” has been a great leveler, indeed. I am, after all, in the all-but-400-of-the-humanity category.
 
It goes without saying the reason why each of the uninvited has achieved this status could vary significantly.
 
In my case, I’m eminently qualified, although I must insist that I’m not entirely unknown to the bride and groom: They would have noticed that I was the only one who spotted them unobtrusively walking into a crowded Regal Cinemas at Union Square in Manhattan recently for what appeared to be a late-night movie date.
 
They would have also realized that I, with all the stealth one can muster, took photos of them with my iPhone, hoping to have them published in the New York Post’s sightings section on Page 6. They must have marvelled at my presence of mind to instantly morph into a politico paparazzi.
 
But I didn’t, as that would have certainly jeopardized my invite. Then again ...