Everyone is talking about the Royal Wedding. Aren't they? The news this morning did postpone it a little to talk about the devastating weather in the South yesterday, but they got to it eventually.
Anyway, I live in a very rural area. I have come to accept the fact that I am surrounded by a lot of racist homophobes who don't like the president. I probably just got myself flagged on a bunch of watch lists for even saying that. But, sadly, it's true. It's Illinois, not the deep South fifty years ago. Grow up, people. Along those same lines, I keep hearing a lot of comments that basically boil down to "Didn't we beat them in the Revolutionary War? Why do we care?" Blah, blah, blah.
It's really kind of sad.
Or maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic. I mean, Kate is becoming a freaking PRINCESS. What girl hasn't dreamt about that? How many women will be weeping and starting their own fairy tale novels as this wedding takes place? I don't think I have it in me to stay up/get up that early. I'll watch the replays later on. Because I'm sure they'll be on every channel.
But it's a perfect story.
I'm not old enough to remember Diana and Charles' wedding, but I've seen the pictures long enough to know what a big deal this is. Even in the US. I can't help but feel a little sorry for Kate, though. How much of a say did she actually have in planning her own wedding? If it were me, I would've happily handed it over to someone else. I got married in Vegas, so I kind of did. I couldn't deal with the planning. But a lot of girls thrive on the whole planning and prep stuff. I guess if you're marrying a prince, you've got bigger things to worry about than picking out flowers.
Like the fact that millions and millions of people will watch you walk down the aisle. Not just the hundreds that are sitting in the church. Scary.
So, to William and Kate, best wishes. Try not to fall down or giggle inappropriately.