I’m exhausted. I’m a little buzzed. And if I never eat another cucumber and cream cheese sandwich again I’ll be perfectly content. But despite all that and the fact that the Royal Couple merely pecked one another for the big moment, I wouldn’t change it for anything. (OK, maybe if I had actually been invited to the wedding, but whatev.)
Yes, like so many others around the world, I woke up at the butt crack of dawn this morning to watch Prince William marry Katherine Middleton. Time differences are brutal, especially across a body of water. I spent last night and this morning watching news coverage with a few friends who were willing to forgo sleep to witness history. Let me emphasize, few. My mass-text invitation was not well received, but I needed to watch, at any cost. We all have our own reasons, including my Mom who “was just up, and had nothing else to watch.” My reasons, however, and much more substantial. Kinda.
They say it’s easier to find The One than it is to find The Dress. I can’t comment on that as I am having a really difficult time finding anyone at the moment, but with Kate’s impeccable style, I just couldn’t sleep until I knew which Brit designer she went with. And it was totally worth it. Kate, now known as the Duchess of Cambridge, looked absolutely stunning in her long sleeved lace dress. And that train? That’s the kind of thing only a Princess can pull off.
JFK’s Inauguration was the end of hat wear in America, but that hasn’t stopped the Brits from embracing the toppers like never before, crazy feathers, jewels, ribbons and all. I’m sure it was rather annoying for whomever was sitting behind some of these women, but after seeing that serious head wear, I’m totally starting a movement to make hats to be all the rage in 2012.
He’s still single, girls! Plus, he’s young , still has a full head of hair (Score!), and he’s super funny and doesn’t take anything too seriously. (Don’t believe me? Google image search him–he’s the master of candids and funny camera faces.)
Monarchies are awesome.
Sure, I love America, but there is something so fancy about watching Princes and Dukes, Duchesses and Princesses, and, of course, the Queen of England. It’s like a Disney Movie, only without the singing and dancing animals.
What can I say, I’m a sucker for romance.
She’s a “commoner” who has become a Princess. She married her college sweetheart. They’re totally and obviously in love. It’s the grandest wedding I’ll ever see. I mean, I’m the girl who stays in on Friday nights to watch ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ reruns; how could I not get up and watch this?
Plus, everyone likes to watch pretty people kiss, or is that just me?
I visited the city last year during my semester abroad and I loved it. Since I can’t actually be outside Buckingham Palace and Westminster Cathedral, the least I can do is reminisce about my trip through the TV. At 3 am.
Two Words: David. Beckham.
You think he looks good on the field? Nothing compared to how he looks in a suit. Yum.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a nap.