It’s hard to believe the royal wedding is over. So much hype and hoopla over one day. It’s only a matter of time before shops remove all the engagement photo memorabilia and replace it with wedding photo pillows, shot glasses and post cards.
I’ve had a lot of friends ask me about the royal wedding, and some of them seemed disappointed that I watched it from home. It did feel a bit weird, to be so close to the action, yet so far away. I really hate crowds though (remember my Cartman graphics a few posts ago?) and from what I saw on the telly, that’s all there was. I felt a bit like this when Obama was elected. He was having a huge celebration in Grant Park — walking distance from my apartment, but I watched it on TV. I guess I’ll just have to settle with telling future generations “I watched Obama be elected and Will and Kate get married on my television,” instead of having a great story about Oprah crying on my shoulder or being trampled by a guy covered in Will and Kate postcards in front of Buckingham Palace.
I think there’s something else that kept me away from the wedding. This photo has been popping up a lot on Facebook:
While my feelings aren’t that strong — I liked watching the hats, the crabby little bridesmaid and adored Kate’s dress — there was something the BBC commentators kept saying that rang true, “This is what it means to be British.” I’m not sure if they were referring to the crazy hats or the crazy people who camped out along the mall to get a glimpse of the newlyweds as they rode by in the carriage, but there was a clear spirit of camaraderie among the crazies. I don’t know if I’m allowed to compare it to Obama’s election night, but both involved a massive amount of people joyful for their country. I’ve done my fair share of Wikipediaing the royal family lately, but I still don’t understand it in the least bit. (Like why are Kate and Will now the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge? Do they just assign them random cities?) Putting aside my hatred of crowds and love of sleep, I didn’t go to Westminster at 4 a.m. on Friday because it’s not my history or royal family. I can pretend to care about it (I did watch the entire ceremony, from 9:30 am to 1:30 pm), but I’ll never fully understand it or be a part of it. Maybe that’s how British people feel about the Super Bowl.