Friday, April 29, 2011

WEDDING OF THE CENTURY

I did it. Not all of it, but much of it. I kept telling everyone I was going to do it and said there would be a party in the upstairs lounge I knew it would never happen, too many party poopers. A friend picked up the cry and said she was going to come around and knock on the doors of the no shows.

About 9:30 p.m. my eyes became droopy and I was struggling to keep them open so I decided I would give up and go to bed. No one would knock on my door and no one would miss me at the party, as I would have been the only one there anyway. But with all these women, I expected them to be excited about a wedding. This was no ordinary wedding it was billed at the wedding of the century. How often to you have the opportunity to attend one of those?

The last wedding of the century I attended, ended in divorce. Not surprising since it was an arranged marriage with a young girl who did not likely know what she was getting into. It just proves that even the wealthy have difficulty holding a marriage together. I think they were supposed to stay married and have all the affairs they wanted on the side. They did that for a while.

That is not how the media is projecting this marriage to be. William and Kate have known each other along time. They have lived together for eight years. They have seen the good and bad in each other. Most believe they will make it. Of course, time will tell. They have a good foundation. But can she take the pressure of living the rest of her life in a glass cage. I hope so.

Our wedding party party requested that everyone dress appropriately. Not a problem when no one comes. As it happened, I had to use the WC at 3:00 a.m. so I got up, dressed appropriately and turned on the TV as William and Harry were walking down the aisle. So I stayed up for the ceremony all the way through to the kiss and the independent convertible ride through the mob. Pretty cool. I was dressed in tradition black and white. I wore a white T-shirt, under a black robe. I put on a nice pair of black socks and worn my black slippers. Sorry, I don’t own a pair pants, but I was discretely covered.

No one doses pomp and spectacle quite like the British. It was beautiful and even this old man who avoids wedding like they were contagious. I loved it all. It is amazing what one can do with a budget of a billion dollars, or whatever it was.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Really - you don't own a pair of pants? What kind of a home is that?
-Heidi F

Clyde said...

Porky Pig doesn't were pants and he doesn't get all this abuse. Actually I think I said black pants. But since I was wearing a robe, I enjoyed the wedding in my boxers with a very nice formal robe.

Anonymous said...

Actually, you said you don't own a pair of pants, but I figured that was a typo - you are fun to abuse though!
-Heidi F