Patrick Comer and Daisy Eagan
Met: Summer 1999
Engaged: Dec. 10, 2001
Projected Wedding Date: Aug. 30, 2003
Daisy Eagan, 23, the youngest person ever to win a Tony (in 1991, for her performance in The Secret Garden ), is marrying Patrick Comer, 29, a financial consultant for I.B.M. with dark hair, blue eyes and a little bit of a beard.
They met while working on the set of The Countess at the Samuel Beckett Theatre. “I thought he was gorgeous,” said Ms. Eagan, no slouch herself in the long, golden hair extensions and hot-pink nails she’s sporting for a role as a “bwidesmaid” in the film version of Tony and Tina’s Wedding . “I thought she was just awesome,” Mr. Comer said. “Very smart, very beautiful. It wasn’t till later that I found out that she came with other baggage-the award and career and all.”
Ms. Eagan grew up in Park Slope, got the lead in B.A.M.’s Tiny Tim’s Christmas Carol at age 8 and scored her Tony at 11. At 13, her mother died of cancer, and Ms. Eagan put her career on hold. There was a short-lived part as a runaway on Another World and a brief real-life flirtation with lesbianism. It was a “whole teen fuck-the-world kind of thing,” she said. Recently, she’s appeared in James Joyce’s The Dead on Broadway and in The It Factor , a Bravo series documenting the struggles of young actors.
Ms. Eagan’s father, a sometime actor and former carnival barker best known as the flamboyant “hostess” of Coney Island’s Mermaid Parade, will bake the apple pie at their wedding, to be held near a pond at his home in Middleburg, N.Y. Mr. Comer’s dad, an Episcopalian priest, will perform the ceremony. The Comers hail from Alabama and had envisioned something slightly more formal-“good Southern weddings are big ,” said the groom-but marriage is about compromise, right?
Indeed, in January, the couple (who formerly lived in Washington Heights) made the inevitable move to Hollywood with Bella, their Staffordshire terrier. They enjoy Boggle and singing Dolly Parton tunes to one another, and are not ashamed to admit they’ve been in couples therapy.
“She has a flair for the dramatic, which can be both good and bad,” Mr. Comer said.
“He’s extraordinarily patient and even-tempered,” Ms. Eagan said. “Sort of the opposite to me-I’m so anxious and fast and fluttery.”
They were on the beach in Miami-she was performing there in a play with Tony Randall, appropriately titled Caught in the Net -when he presented her with a sapphire set in a filigreed platinum ring from Wedding Ring Originals on Lexington Avenue. “My immediate response was: ‘Shut the fuck up!'” Ms. Eagan said.
And it took her a while to completely accept the depth of the new role she’d landed, though she got back on track with the help of a book called Surrendering to Marriage .
“I said yes, and I was anxious and nervous about it-and then, a few months later, I freaked out,” she said. “I was like, ‘I’m too young-this is ridiculous!'”
“Age was never an issue for me,” Mr. Comer said, considering his child bride. “I always thought Daisy was the smartest girl I’d ever met. She has a lot of understanding in that young body of hers.”
Kenneth Anand and Safia Nurbhai
Met: August 1999
Engaged: Nov. 26, 2002
Projected Wedding Date: Nov. 22, 2003
Kenneth Anand, 27, and Safia Nurbhai, 26, are each half Eastern European and half Indian. When Ms. Nurbhai discovered their common uncommon lineage, during a Valentine’s dinner at Barolo in Soho, she almost choked on her focaccia. “I was like, ‘Shut up! You’re just saying that!'” she said.
“It was so crazy,” said the square-chinned, bespectacled Mr. Anand.
They met during orientation at Brooklyn Law School. “I thought he was really cute,” Ms. Nurbhai said. “But they scare you in law school, telling you you won’t have time for anything but school.”
Mr. Anand was intrigued but not entirely smitten by the sleek-haired, olive-skinned, dark-eyed co-ed. “At first, I found her a little pretentious-a little stuck-up,” he said. “Like, I asked her where she was from and she said ‘Manhattan’-even though she grew up in Pennsylvania and was only born in Manhattan. She was just trying to impress me.”
But once he discovered her pedigree, he was hooked. And it’s not like he didn’t have affectations of his own-like taking long-drawn-out pauses before ordering the wine, for example. “He seemed so cultured!” Ms. Nurbhai said.
“She was always telling me to study,” Mr. Anand said. “She’d say, ‘If I’m studying, you should be studying!’ And my grades really picked up after that!”
They picked up enough to get him a post at the labor and employment firm Grotta, Glassman & Hoffman. Meanwhile, Ms. Nurbhai may be a fancy-pants lawyer at Kasowitz, Benson, Torres & Friedman, but that didn’t stop her from suddenly turning airheaded when her fella lured her to a room at the W Hotel in Times Square (the chain is a client of his firm’s), telling her that he had some “files to look at” that were being stored in one of the suites. For some reason, the place was filthy with roses and such. “I was like, ‘Wow, that’s so nice, that they lent you this room for all your files ,'” Ms. Nurbhai said. “And then I turned around and he had the ring box open.” Inside was a platinum band containing a chunky diamond in a cross-style setting. “I said yes before he even asked me,” she said.
Thank goodness-because he paid cash for the bauble!
They live in Brooklyn Heights and are planning a wedding for 300 at Park Slope’s Grand Prospect Hall. It will be a complete cultural and religious mélange with a Christian Unity candle, Muslim poetry recitations, a Jewish Horrah, sari-sporting relatives and two complete sets of kvelling parents.
“We match so perfectly,” Ms. Nurbhai gushed. “I can see myself growing old with him, and having kids with him, and I’d never felt that way before.”
“It’s a wild dynamic,” Mr. Anand said.
Robert Henick and Carrie Riegelhaupt
Met: November 1999
Engaged: Aug. 17, 2002
Projected Wedding Date: March 27, 2004
It’s amour, Atkins style!
Robb Henick and Carrie Riegelhaupt’s first date was at the Lemon, on Park Avenue South, and when the garçon brought the bread basket to the dinner table, he was quickly shooed away. “No, no, no-we’re trying to be good !” they gasped in unison. Their eyes met with a sudden mutual understanding, and thus began a shared lifetime of love and lamb chops.
Ms. Riegelhaupt, an auburn-haired beauty, had lost 30 pounds that year as a result of protein-packing (this was on the cusp of the second-wave, late-90’s Atkins fad) and running. “I just wanted to go out and meet as many people as possible,” she said. She wrote a Match.com profile describing herself as “spontaneous” and “athletic,” and this attracted the attention of Mr. Henick, a black-haired amateur body-builder who stood 5-foot-11 and weighed 165 pounds. “She just seemed down-to-earth and had a nice Jewish-American look,” he said. “And then I remember she walked into the restaurant with these tight red pants, and I was like: ‘Man! I hope that’s her!’ And thank God it was!”
“His face was really thin,” said Ms. Riegelhaupt, who works in securities processing at Wachovia National Bank. She was speaking by phone before a midday spin class. “He had a nice smile and a very good physique. His upper body was well-defined.” And so, refreshingly, were his romantic intentions: After passing up carb-laden desserts, he asked her to go out again later that very same week. “I was like, ‘Yeah!'” she said. “There were no games. It wasn’t like there was that mandatory three days before you call.”
“Nothing ever troubled me about her,” said Mr. Henick, a creative director for catalogs and packaging at Rubie’s, a Queens costume warehouse. “She was just good people, and it snowballed into what it is today”-namely a cozy, low-starch habitation in a Borough Park, Brooklyn, one-bedroom, with egg whites and grilled chicken cooked in non-stick pans. “No grease-only clean foods. Nothing fried,” he said. “We’re pretty militant about it.”
So how come he now weighs 215 pounds? “A lot of that is muscle ,” said Mr. Henick, 34. “We both went up. But now we’re going to the gym, like, four times a week.”
Ms. Riegelhaupt’s 30th birthday took place among friends and family at Goodfellas, a now-defunct establishment on Christopher Street. When she tore the wrapping off Mr. Henick’s gift, she found an iPod box. “I’d really wanted one,” he said, “so I’d told her I’d get her one for her birthday and we could share it.” Her heart sank. But the package did seem strangely light for an iPod … and sure enough, inside was a round solitaire diamond set in platinum. She celebrated by polishing off a large dish of eggplant Parmesan. “Hey, we all cheat here and there,” she said.
They’ve registered for a Calphalon griddle and Wedgewood pasta plates ( tsk, tsk ) at Bloomingdale’s and are planning a protein-packed wedding banquet at Rockleigh Country Club in New Jersey: salmon, filet mignon, sweetbreads, shrimp ….
“We’re like salt and pepper,” Mr. Henick said. Happily, both condiments are Atkins approved.