I’m not sure I’m going to wake up at 4 a.m. to watch the ROYAL WEDDING live this Friday. I think I need my beauty sleep more than I need to watch two 29-year-olds get married with whom I have absolutely nothing in common (except I’m a commoner, and so is the bride.) I can always watch news accounts of the big event, which, I’m certain, will flood the airwaves and Internet for days.
If any of you have been sleeping under a rock recently, a smart, pretty (and thin) young woman, named Kate, is marrying a smart, handsome (and trim) Prince William. He’s the oldest son of Prince Charles and Diana, the Duchess of Wales, who died tragically in 1997. The pending event has captured the attention of the world.
I never dreamed of being a princess and living in a castle. I would have made a dreadful princess, anyway, and I’m not a fan of castle architecture or furnishings. Curtsy to my mother in law? Are you kidding! Ride a horse? Not for me. Make small talk and smile 24/7. Not on your life. Nevertheless, the life of the “royals” captivates us, and I am no exception. If I do watch the hoopla, I will be curious to see how Camilla interacts with Kate, the role Diana plays in the ceremony and whether Queen Elizabeth acts like a real person. She seems to take herself entirely too seriously. Now that she’s FOF, she needs to lighten up, maybe pass the torch (oops, throne) to her son or even to her grandson. That would liven up the situation, for sure.