Thursday night, I'll be camped on my sofa. By 1:00 am Pacific time, I plan to be on my second batch of buttery popcorn. Can I do it? I'm usually out for the count by 10:45 pm, but this is not any night.
It's a Royalty night!
In 1982, if you wanted to see Prince Charles and Lady Diana get married, you cow-girled up! You camped out! You set an alarm! You drank leaded coffee!
And we did.
Do I remember all of it? Not really. Mom was very excited. She grew up on news of Prince Charles. For me, it was a real live prince and princess. I was 12. I still had a pink bedspread and pictures of figure skaters on the back of my door. I curled up on the couch under a pile of blankets, with my little white dog, Dandy. The dim lights and the illicit feeling of being UP LATE were enough to keep me in the room.
Diana's long train!
The ruffly collar!
And Prince Charles with a sword on his hip!
I hoped the cute boy in 8th grade marry me and wear a sword...
That's the feeling I miss. The Wonder.
I'm happy for William & Kate, as they seem like nice people. And I can't wait to see all the fashion and the parades. For some reason, I'd love to give the Queen a big hug, grandma-style.
But it's that feeling of awe - the wee hours, just me and mom, watching something Royal, that I want to revisit. Mom now lives seven hours away, but I'll be picturing that night as I pile on the quilts, arrange the snacks on the coffee table, and sip my coffee.
Thanks for the memories, Windsor Family!
Side note: The pressure William & Kate are under... No thank you. When JP and I got married, we did not have the entire planet watching, nor were we memorialized by jelly bean art, pizza recreations, or Etch-a-Sketch shadings. Have you seen these?