What? There was a Wedding?
This morning I was groggy.
My eyes were full of crusties, my hair resembled a bird’s nest, and my mouth tasted like socks — the stinky, cotton, gym kind — not the silky, expensive, suit kind.
It wasn’t until I managed to fumble my way to the kitchen, fix a pot of coffee, and pour the first, steamy sips down my parched throat that I actually managed to have a coherent thought.
And this is where I’ll admit — though definitely not for the first time — that I’m a bit of a freak.
My first thought of this April 29th morning was, I wonder what the weather is supposed to be like today.
I realize this makes me somewhat of an anomaly among 99.9% of the U.S. female population. You see, not only was my first thought not, I can’t wait to turn on the t.v. so I can finally see Kate’s dress, or, Now that William’s no longer on the market, I’m going to have to cancel my plans of creating a “chance” meeting where we’ll fall madly in love and he’ll dump that British commoner for a real American princess and I’ll finally have my fairy tale just like Cinderella and OMG WHY, William?! WHY?
Not even close.
In fact, I actually forgot the whole thing was supposed to happen last night. I arrived home from work rather late, and didn’t get home until around the time when true fans of the royals were throwing back shots of espresso and sticking toothpicks under their eyelids. I didn’t think to turn the television on then, either. Instead, I caught up on some blog reading, wrote some ideas in my notebook, washed my face, crawled under the covers, fell into a coma, and apparently sucked on my feet all night.
I know. How un-American of me to forget about a British royal wedding!
I really don’t even feel like a girl right now.
There must be something wrong with me.
It wasn’t until I turned on the television to catch the morning weather report and was instead accosted by replay after replay after replay of that dry, tight-lipped kiss (though I imagine they must have been pretty nervous with only like a billion people watching) on the balcony of Buckingham Palace (yes, I even had to Google where the kiss took place) when I realized I missed it.
For what it’s worth, yes, I do agree with the media that Kate’s dress was very pretty. Yes, it definitely was a grand event. Yes, I do hope they live happily ever after.
Now, can we get back to the actual news?
Well apparently the newlyweds haven’t revealed where they’re honeymooning yet.
So, no. No we can’t.
On a less sardonic note, I have a busy weekend and week(s) ahead. Another late night serving alcohol tonight, a day drinking wine tomorrow at a pottery festival in Sanford (I know, so delightfully “towny,” right?), a Saturday night free Everclear concert at the Dogwood Festival in Fayetteville (Jo Dee Messina is performing tonight for all you country fans), work again on Sunday, girlie party event on Monday, painting the living room and trim during the week, hopefully working on some more office projects, and overall getting ready for Justin’s upcoming college graduation and a visit from a dear friend (and fellow blogger), which I will tell you about soon. Oh, and I’m also planning a baby shower and a trip to Spain.
I’m kind of exhausted just thinking about it.
But I have to admit that it’s nice to feel busy.
I should have a lot to post about in the coming weeks, so stay tuned!