Saturday, May 19, 2018
Royal Wedding and So Much Love
If you watched the coverage, you witnessed rare enthusiasm and joy on the part of journalists. It brought a lightness we haven't seen in a couple years. As Dish sipped her English Breakfast, Anderson Cooper giggled, Richard Quest's voice rose even more than it does when he details plane crashes. Stephanie Ruhle and Katie Tur needed cheerleading pom poms and Joy Reid, well, she was exuberant divinity itself. You could feel the love.
Dish remembers well the wedding of Charles and Di, me wearing an elastic legging around my left leg because I'd slipped down a flight of stairs and ripped flesh, right before a flight home from France. It almost made DishMom yak her croissants. Thirty years later, Wills and Kate got married right after I did and I slept on the floor during the coverage while my beloved paid no attention to the pageantry. Kate's Alexander McQueen dress knocked my socks off. The wedding was sweet, formal with everyone saying this brought a new era to the monarchy.
Harry took that up a notch, as he always does. We gingers are used to that. I've always had a soft spot for Harry since the photo of him sticking his tongue out at photogs. For a brief period, I wrote him off when he wore the swastika to a party. But then his military service and his Vegas debauchery wore me down again. Also, Meghan is a luminous choice in brides. When she smiles, I think Julia is reborn, which might lead to our becoming best friends, though since I'm close to 50, I might be a better big sis. Or mother figure...This time, TG watched with me and, dare I say, I saw tears streaming down his face.
Did Dish cry, too? Only once, when Charles picked her up halfway down the aisle. Like me, Meghan didn't have her father at her wedding but an ever-present mom and stand-in escort down the aisle (Dishbrother) can be fabulous.
Congrats to the lovely couple. It's midnight in England. I'm totally not thinking at all about what they're doing on their wedding night.
Posted by Dish at 3:48 PM