As many people know, I have a great interest in British royal history, dating back to my AP European History days and have memorized the British royal line of succession going back to 1066 AD. I have remarked before that I love the Queen, love the tradition, and all of those things that may make me un-American. So of course, it should come as no surprise that I roused myself from bed a t 4:00 am to watch the full wedding coverage. It was entirely worth it for reasons beyond the ones mentioned above. Here are a few.
1. The Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams, has the most beautiful voice on the planet.
2. Those so awful they are so fantastic hats donned by the elegant British ladies: Now, I am wondering why I haven’t worn hats at all of the prior weddings that I attended. Seriously, I really missed out on this. So, to make up for that, I am calling dibs on being Princess Beatrice for Halloween this year so I can wear some cheap knock-off of the hideously awful chapeau she wore. It is so awful, it has sparked its own Tumbr page with wonderfully delightful Photoshopped images like this:
3. I delight in Prince Charles and Camilla. Seriously, I know most people in the world will eternally hate these two individuals for their perceived wrongs to Princess Diana, but I love those two. I really love how Prince Charles basically can now say, “Immabe me” because Camilla loves that man unconditionally and the are free to completely revel in one another’s eccentricities. I love this latest tidbit about the Aston Martin that Catherine and Will just left Buckingham Palace in: “In June 2008, at the specific request of The Prince of Wales, who is keen that his cars should be run on sustainable fuel, the Aston Martin was converted to run on E85 bioethanol, made from English wine wastage.”
4. I find happiness in any event that starts and ends on time. Why can’t Americans be more timely like our British parents? I know we rebelled against the monarchy, but did we have to rebel against timeliness too?
5. Its the details, folks. Yes, Catherine’s dress was jaw-droppingly perfect and gorgeous (rendering all other’s wedding dresses before her not worthy of wearing while scrubbing toilets), but what about the perfection of the hues of the frocks worn by the other major ladies of the day? I want to paint my walls the color of Mrs. Middleton’s dress. (Do you think she will send me a swatch of her fabric so I can have paint made up to match?) What about the seemingly perfectly choreographed flirtatious looks exchanged between Prince Harry and Pippa Middleton? It was all just perfection.
6. Speaking of those flirtatious looks, who isn’t now jealous that they cannot be flies on the wall to witness the drunken revelry after the dinner later in the evening? Seriously, after Harry’s speech is finished, somewhere between the hours of midnight and dawn, I can just imagine a shouting match escalating into a girl fight between Pippa and Chelsy Davy (the later throwing her champagne in the former’s face while puffing on her Camels). It would be pretty legendary to witness. With all of those socialites and “former” cocaine addicts in the room, you know things are going to get CRA-AAZY!
7. I love those Middleton girls for showing the world that brunettes are quite beautiful too.
8. On a more serious note, the Bishop of London’s Sermon was incredibly beautiful and well-said. It appears that Catherine and William take marriage quite seriously, which is very refreshing to see.
It was totally worth my 4:00am wake-up call. It is a very rare occasion when one can be crass and classy at the same time (Catherine and William will keep it classy, and they have other members of the family to muck it all up for entertainment.) That is exactly what you get with the British royal family!