Our friend on Third Street is getting married today. For the second time. They sent out a wonderful invitation that included photo booth pictures of the couple’s teenage daughters. It said:

Have you heard? A certain mom… and a certain dad…(you know who we mean.) are getting married!

We couldn’t be happier for our friend who has been divorced a long time now. We’ve known her through the pain of her divorce; watched her rise to new heights in her career; seen her beautiful daughter evolve from pre-school to tweendom; rejoiced when she met the man she will marry (and we’ve gotten to know him and like him a lot).

Now this. They announced their engagement a few months ago. They planned the wedding quickly but certainly with great taste and pizazz. Did I mention that she is the chic-est woman in Park Slope, a woman of great style and joie de vivre. We wouldn’t miss this event for the world.

It was supposed to be an outdoor wedding but judging by the flood warnings and the weather I am seeing outside the window, it will be in the restaurant owned by the groom on Long Island.

They don’t want gifts. "We’ve got everything we need," she told me. But they do want people to donate to their honeymoon fund. All of the photographers who have been invited, and there are many, have been asked to give a photograph of the wedding as a gift.

The pressure’s on. The bride is a connoisseur of photography. Hepcat will want to make one great picture for our friends on their wedding day.