Actual Names of Actual People Who Plan to Attend the Dorrian's 50th Anniversary Festivities
50. Kingsley Crawford
49. Harry William Cyphers IV
48. Leckie Roberts
47. Madison Calvert
46. Victoria Alfred-Smythe
45. Chase Rowan
44. Taylor Alexandra Karns
43. Brynne Ashton
42. Jaxon Reilly
41. Ashton Abbot
40. Zachary Logan Gould
39. Devon Claire
38. Wynn Smith
37. Olivia Thacher
36. Thomas Burroughs Babcock
35. Bradford S Beckerman
34. Zachary James Fraser
33. Hunter Merghart
32. Jordan Winters Brock
31. Nils Vanderlip
30. Packy Burke
29. Thorson Rockwell
28. Blake T. Davis
27. Anne de la Mothe Karoubi
26. Emery Holton
25. Lisa Pilkington Brown
24. Craig Bradley Gibson Jr.
23. Jack Fennebresque
22. Welyn Craig
21. Megan Thumper Glynn
20. Townsend Ambrecht
19. Frances Browning Cain
18. Keeley Weir
17. Tyler Johnson Brock
16. Margaux Rogers
15. Alexandra Hancock
14. Wetherly Collins
13. Lindsay Torpey-Cross
12. Oliver Ames
11. Morgan DeChiel Glasebrook
10. Reeve Ballard
9. Briggs Elwell
8. Peer Pedersen
7. Missie B. Walker
6. Bodhi Ryan
5. David Archibald Sparrows
4. Kiely Turgeon
3. Trip Todd
2. Parker William Brickley
1. Devon Worthington
Jolie Kerr is not an actual name, but she encourages you to save the date now.







This is tremendous.
It's monstrously awesome!
Fennebresque, even.
Yes. Nothing more to add than I love this.
"Easy to handle, quick to the helm, fast, right. Everything a post should be."
So many androgynous preppy names! I could stare at these for days!
Ashton! Devon! Wylen! Reeve! Townsend!
It's Pat!
What's a Leckie?
A hickie on your labia.
Good to know! Do you have any thoughts about what a Welyn or a Packy might be?
It's the dramatis personae of Another World: East Hampton.
Thanks for the list of my future aliases.
Wonderfull. My favorite actual names of actual people are still Fritz Brogan and Griff Harsh V
I would like an update telling us how many people in the room turn around when someone yells, "Thumper!"
Johnny Truant just keeled over.
50? That's thirty years older than anyone who drinks there.
My google can't translate this post.
You know who else has funny names? Everybody. What's next, humorous obituary typos?
These aren't porn star names?
Jolie, love, could you please provide an explanation for the non-WASP? I'm assuming Dorrian's is a bar, but this could just as easily be the line up of the bizarro Ivy Leage drag competition Gef was going on about yesterday.
Just Google "preppy murder," dear.
"Look, Muffy, a murder for us." (Man, I can't have been first on that!)
I don't think anyone should use numerals less than X. If it doesn't date your great-great-greats to back before the potato famine, then don't bother.
Christ, there will be a citywide shortage of gin, tonic, and limes.
And plaid.
And underbites.
And chins.
and tarpaulin.
I can confidently declare that 50 out of 50 have gotten their black wool coats lifted from the communal coatrack and have, in turn, lifted someone else's.
I'm buying a t-shirt, who's with me? 'Cause HOLY SHIT THEY'RE SELLING T-SHIRTS FOR THIS
Not knowing what Dorrian's was, this sent me on one of those procrastination-fueled googling expeditions that finally resulted in finding out that Robert Chambers's ex-girlfriend is now an actress who played one of Julia Louis-Dreyfus's nemeses on her recently canceled sitcom (yes I watched it – don't judge me). The more you know.
As a kid, he wasn't all that bad a guy. I warned him about straight sex (this sentence I never really said, but it sounds funny).
It almost impossible to pick a favorite name, but Packy Burke and Trip Todd have the lead by a thin, Waspy nose.
I'm team Wetherly through and through.
Packy does have the added charm in that it is also a racial slur, though.
Peer Pedersen. It's like calling your daughter Queenie, but for the more upwardly-mobile and mundane.
Mixing and matching = highly entertaining. If it were Welyn Sparrows, he/she would so win.
I half expect Imette St. Guillen on this list.
Well played.
Teenage aspiring playwrights are taking furious notes.
Predictions:
Kingsley Crawford, Harry William Cyphers IV, Leckie Roberts, and Madison Calvert will end up in the duck pond.
Victoria Alfred-Smythe and Chase Rowan will conspire to abscond with a set of memorial golf clubs from the Twelfth Leffingwell Open Arms Invitational.
Taylor Alexandra Karns will not arrive, due to an unfortunate misunderstanding involving her best Pucci clutch and what she thought was the neighbor's Maine coon cat.
Brynne Ashton will disappear behind the pergola with Jaxon Reilly. She will not be seen until the following morning, wearing a different skirt and a look of ill-concealed disappointment.
Ashton Abbot and Zachary Logan Gould will also be forced to send their regrets, due to preexisting obligations involving their mutual aunt's second-best cow creamer.
Devon Claire and Wynn Smith, competing for the affections of one Olivia Thacher, will be responsible for $2,500 in damages and the loss of a small outbuilding while demonstrating how to mix a Blue Blazer.
Thomas Burroughs Babcock (of the Burroughs adding machine fortune) will be shunned due to his common roots.
Bradford S Beckerman and Zachary James Fraser, still hung over from their early-morning boating excursion, will mistake a six-man team from the Yale rowing crew for waitstaff, leading to eventual hilarity.
Hunter Merghart, Jordan Winters Brock, and Nils Vanderlip will get competitive over the table-tennis trophies.
Packy Burke will corral someone's uncle in the corner the entire night.
In a poor display of sportsmanship and social-climbing, Thorson Rockwell will attempt to demonstrate how a traditional buzkashi grip might be adapted to a polo swing. A small side-table mirror, and much of Blake T. Davis's dignity, will be the only casualties.
Anne de la Mothe Karoubi and Emery Holton will surreptitiously feed all of their braised sweetbread amuse-bouche to Lisa Pilkington Brown's Papillon "Frenchie". "Frenchie" will become first happy, then explosively ill.
Craig Bradley Gibson Jr. and Jack Fennebresque will find that the sobriquet "Fennebresque" is earned, not bestowed.
Welyn Craig, Megan Thumper Glynn, and Townsend Ambrecht will drink all the Scotch.
Frances Browning Cain and Keeley Weir, best friends since their high-school summers in the Maldives, will find their relationship tested by a surprisingly resistant elevator door.
Tyler Johnson Brock and Margaux Rogers will eventually get that painting off the damn wall. But not tonight. Tonight, they will be satisfied with "borrowing" the bust of Heracleitus from the entryway.
Alexandra Hancock, in the guise of a coat-check girl, will surreptitiously go through everyone's coat pockets.
After a succession of minor silverware-related events, Wetherly Collins and Lindsay Torpey-Cross will not be speaking to eachother.
Oliver Ames, unofficial two-time wrestling champion at Deerfield Academy, will manage to open the elevator door. His efforts will not go unrewarded.
Morgan DeChiel Glasebrook and Reeve Ballard will find the sort of friendship shared only by those few who fall off the dock at low tide.
Briggs Ellwell, inexplicably appearing nearly three-quarters of the way through the party in an authentic British naval officer's uniform, will manage to rouse the flagging spirits of the rest of the guests with one of his famous skits, "being trapped in a corner by Packy Burke." Everyone will agree it was simply hilarious. Good old Briggs.
Peer Pedersen will one-up Thorson Rockwell.
Missie B. Walker will find Brynne Ashton's skirt in a rosebush. She will keep it.
Bodhi Ryan will manage to sell three of her signature fring-ey shawls to her put-upon friends.
Sadly, none of them will survive the Boat Dodger Race through the dining room.
Still later, David Archibald Sparrows will do a terrible thing to Kiely Turgeon with a saucepan.
Trip Todd and Parker William Brickley will leave with the Yale crew.
The next morning, notwithstanding "the third-worst hangover ever," Devon Worthington will manfully nurse "Frenchie" back to health.
I love this.
Effing brilliant.
It is for comments such as this that the listicles come without commentary. Exceptional.
At least this does something. Something hilarious. Well done, gef,well done.
Only one "Trip," one "Missie" and not a single "Biff" or "Kip"?
Huh.
There is so much I want to express to Gef, above, but I am afraid that any 'reply' will mar its self-contained perfection. So,
^ what she said
This. I may print it out and frame it.
Manfully.
I vote for this to become the first blog-comment-to-book deal.
damn…I responded without reading this. Where is my delete/edit button CHO?
Same here, hockeymom. Oh, well, I guess we can hang around up there in Gef's thread looking pathetically worshipful – at least there's two of us now!
I once rolled a drunk for cab fare outside of Dorrian's in 1987.
It's easy, girls. You pick out a staggering guy, pretend you swam meets with his sister, give him a hug, letting your hand swing down to his butt a bit (preppy guys always keep their wallet in their back right pocket), pick his wallet, take a twenty, then drop it and pretend that he actually dropped it.
Jesus hom many times do I have to tell you?
I would have just given you the $20 that night, if you asked me for it, Books.
(Slowly moves his wallet to the left pocket)
No, they don't!
I refuse to believe "Harry William Cyphers IV" is not a new Ghostface alias.
Hee, I love that there's a Jersey City outpost. I didn't know that!
It's near the Newport Mall and it is awful in a completely different way than the original.
"Dorrian's. Jersey City. Newport Mall."
It's like a salad made of so many terrible things in the tri-state area.
Jersey City happens to be packed with goodness, which you'd know if you ever left the island of Manhattan, CD.
(That's an invite, in case you didn't notice/obligatory smiley face.)
This is my favorite thing on the internet.
Albert DiSalvo
Man,any parochial school would have eaten those names alive. If only…
oh, those upper-class twits of the year!
51. Shanice Koolaidea Hydrangea (=token BWASP/designated driver)
the World needs more 'Oliver's.
Who are 50 people who have never been in my kitchen?
I love that Harry William Cyphers IV has posted this on the event's Facebook page with the note "For those of you who made the cut…"
I've been to Dorrian's a few times, during and after college in the early '90s, but I was never part of the scene, per se. Despite my own Roman-numeral suffix and general preppiness. Perhaps I was too swarthy for the regulars, eh wot!