I thought the whole wedding thing about William and Kate was much ado about nothing. A graceful, lovely-looking girl married a Prince. The fairytale aspects of the story are pleasant, but it's not a story I enjoy hearing over and over and OVER.
I have been hearing, reading, seeing photos for more than month of the newlyweds' plans, gifts, guests, friends, clothes, activities, food, "the ring," his family, her family, her shoes, gown, the honeymoon, etc.
I am not interested, and now, apparently, there's going to be lots of rehashing of the big event. (I'll admit, I've had a bitchy thought or two. For instance, I don't admire Camilla. I'm amused (and feel sorry for Camilla) -- all the furor over Diana's son, and Kate, that makes Camilla the stepmother-in-law.
I'm chuckling over what Jerry Seinfeld said, when a British reporter interviewed him on the wedding day.
The reporter: "Are you excited."
Jerry: "Yes. It's 'dress ups."
Reporter asked again, "You're excited?"
Jerry: "Yes! It's a circus act -- it's absurd. Classic 'lets-play-dress-up, let's pretend these are special people.' Okay, we'll all pretend! That's what theater is. That's why Britain's got the greatest theater in the world. They love to dress up. They love to play 'pretend.' And that's what the royal family is -- it's a huge game of 'lets pretend!'"
Well, the Brits love it and most of my friends loved it, so maybe, in between the stunning news about the killing of Osama Bin Laden, I'll watch a re-run!