Doug Dechert went to Richard Johnson's wedding. We went to Dechert's party last night.

Please, please don't ask us why. Maybe it's because we hadn't seen Doug since he spent an entire dinner hitting on our editor at Veronda last summer. Or, maybe because we were so high off our Ariel Foxman sighting we thought we were invincible to the horrors of Lloyd Grove and Jared Paul Stern's overage stringers.

Still, in the name of gossiping, we are publicly shaming ourselves and admitting our attendance at this pathetic showing — mainly so that we can publicly shame Baird Jones, who happens to be a huge Dechert groupie.

It actually pained us to see the poor guy, sporting his usual Yankee cap and 1980's Sherlock Holmes business suit, dancing awkwardly to Sugar Ray. If you don't get the picture, this still rendition of the clash might help. Jump at your own risk.

As horrifying as this may seem, we promise, it was much more frightening in person … in motion.