Yes, I admit it. I am excited about the Royal Wedding. You’d think I am wedding’d out. Three weddings to attend in five weekends in April. Four, if you count Will and Kate’s, vicariously.
Not so! I can watch the royal wedding in my pajamas! It’s the next best thing since I wasn’t on the guest list (my invite likely got lost in the mail). I’ve already set my DVR for the hours of planned coverage. I’m not planning to set my alarm for the festivities, but if I happen to wake up at 4 am…I may very well turn the TV on.
Just in case I don’t wake up in the wee hours Friday morning, my big plans for Friday night are to watch all the coverage I have taped. The boyfriend thinks the amount of coverage locked in the DVR right now is ridiculous. I don’t have the attention span to watch that much. If I get bored with the coverage, which I imagine at some point I will, well, that’s what the fast forward button is for.
I’m not terribly interested in the coverage leading up to the wedding, like the interview with the former classmate of Kate who was snubbed or the British wedding planners, totally unrelated to the affair, speculating on the color of the flowers or types of table settings.
I am, however, a sucker for fairy tales.