An Airing

I haven't talked much, if at all, about tomorrow's Royal Wedding. I haven't heard much about it either, to be honest. I've read a little in my free People magazines but that's largely it. Mostly I've heard people complaining about hearing about the wedding too much. I guess I'm not consuming the same media they are.

I'm not going to get up in the middle of the night to watch. I did that for the last one and I'm glad that I did and it was a lot of fun. My dad woke me up and I went into my parents' room and snuggled into their fuzzy bean bag chair (never mind, just keep reading) and together we all watched this incredible piece of theatre. It wasn't until later that we all found out how thickly the makeup and paint and smoke and mirrors had been laid. (If it weren't for Wills' thinning hair might we wonder about the royal half of his parentage?)

I am going to watch tomorrow's wedding, though. This is the sort of thing, I think, that DVRs were made for. Tomorrow in the late afternoon some friends are coming over and we're going to just revel in the spectacle. I will buy some bubbly drinks, I've heard that tea sandwiches are in the offing and we may indeed wear flowers and tiaras in our hair. Come on, if we're going to make a point to get together and watch the wedding of people we've never met who were born into fame against their will we may as well go whole hog. Doing it together is what makes it fun.

If you're not watching, that's cool, I get that. If you are watching, have fun! If you don't want to hear about it then what the hell are you doing this deep into a post where I led with a freaking photo of the monarchy? Go read something you do want to hear about.

Whatever you do tomorrow I hope it's a good day.