My daughter is 20 - if three years from now some 55 year-old, car-crashing, perpetual-rehabbing, sclerotic lech looks at her this way, I'll blind the fucker.
The grim tidings:
- Billy Joel and his new bride, Katie Lee, got into a married state of mind over the weekend.
The Piano Man, 55, swapped vows with Lee, 23, at his Long Island estate Saturday with throngs of friends and family—including Joel's ex-wife, Christie Brinkley—looking on.
It's the third time down the aisle for Joel and the first for Lee, a recent college grad and restaurant correspondent for the PBS show, George Hirsch: Living it Up!
The duo got engaged this past winter while on vacation on the Caribbean island of St. Bart's, where Joel gifted his fiancé with a five-carat sparkler. They first began dating in spring 2003. [E! online]
Ick, ick, ick - perhaps I am overly sensitive, being father of said daughter and all, but it's crap in both directions. I don't care who you are, what you have, what astral plane you connect on - 15 years perhaps, even 20 years under the right circumstances, but 32 years difference is absurd. And the Piano Man is not a particularly well preserved 55, either, dude is no Jack LaLanne.
More on the nightmare here.
I'll bet there's quite an interesting pre-nup - she won't get the house.