Where I live coverage of the impending Royal Wedding begins at 1 a.m. Don’t think I’ll be awake, so let me know what happens.
I can make a few assumptions. Like some people will take a lot of pictures. Women will wonder what the other women will be wearing. Everyone will be excited when they catch a glimpse of the big star of the moment. Think that’s the future king? Nope, it’s his bride.
It may be Royal, but it’s still a Wedding! I just read someone on Yahoo! who fears that Victoria Beckham might upstage the bride by wearing something showy. She could wear a dress knit from living parakeets. Still wouldn’t upstage the bride.
The Royal Couple are expected to possibly flub their lines. Diana did. And so did Fergie. Think they were, just maybe, . . . nervous? And future kings have a lot of names. William has four that she is supposed to say: William Arthur Philip Louis. I am guessing she’ll get the William part right.
And royal brother Harry might not have a date. But probably he’ll bring Chelsy Davy. She’s the beautiful blond young lady he has the on again/ off again romance with. (But I always think of “Chelsy Dagger,” because of the Fratellis song that gets played when the puck goes into the net: doo doo doot . . .doo doo doot doo doo doo-doo doot doo doo doot)
I’m predicting they don’t play that one at the reception.
