Did I wake up at 2:30 am last night to watch the wedding of the century?
Did I love it?
Did I fall asleep right after the vows were said?
Pokie’s dad is a Brit, and she and her mom are quite the royal followers. When she told me last night that our apartment was having a wedding party, I readily agreed. Thanks to BBC’s live internet streaming, we could enjoy the whole event from the comfort of our living room. The plan was to have tea and crumpets while we enjoyed the procession, but when it came down to it, we were too tired to make those, so we had orange juice and cook-’em-yourself Costco tortillas with honey. That’s still elegant…right?
I must say, I learned a lot about royal tradition. Did you know that all women guests have to wear hats? Or that the bride and groom don’t kiss when the ceremony is over? Or that Elton John continues to look weirder and weirder with age?
All of the hullaballo had ME wanting a royal wedding. Too bad Harry looks like a hobbit. I don’t want to live in Mordor for the rest of my life.
Missed the coverage? Here, I’ll give you the highlights:
The dress: classic.
The veil: elegant.
Her hair: perfect.
The groom: balding.
But, he’s royal, so we forgive him.
Britain must really hold a grudge against the Father of the Groom. I only saw a quick glimpse of Charles and he wasn’t mentioned at all in the commentary.
But, let us not forget the Queen!
Remember her own wedding?
Fred Astaire does: