My sister Joan -- and many others, I'm sure -- set their alarm clocks for 3 a.m. this morning to watch Prince William and Kate Middleton get married six time zones away in London. I remember that Joan also did this back in 1981 when William's parents got married. Fortunately, she took a vacation day from work today and can sleep off the excitement later.
We were not motivated to skip work or be watching this spectacle live so we slept through it, but I do admit that we DVR'd it, just in case we want to fast-forward through it later, skipping the commercials, the delays, and the talking-head discussions of the role of the British monarchy in the 21st Century. There might be some moments in between that will be amusing or memorable.
Prince William, presumably the future king, seems like a cool enough guy. It's kind of a shame, though, that he's losing his hair already at such a young age and as he ages looks less like his mother and more like his father. And Kate should make a fine queen, if she can stick it out having to deal with those super-weird in-laws and Camilla. She might find out that a "fairy tale ending" isn't always so pretty.
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