Why? Because in this intstance, we know for a fact that our opinion is the right one. Or at least the winning one (and not in a Charlie Sheen way). Some people were against all things "Royal Wedding;" some people were interested in it but didn't see the point in watching with the rest of the world at 5 am because they could be watching the same footage later; we, however, were counting down the days to see the color of Pippa's Maid of Honor dress, to see the rings, to see the Queen's dress, to see which celebs would (and wouldn't) be invited, to see a parade of fascinators (crazy hats), and most importantly, to see Kate's Dress. We were so excited for it, in fact, that while we could have woken up and watched on CBS from our living rooms, we decided to attend a TLC viewing party in Times Square. At 4 am. We mean business.
We didn't head over before making mimosas for the road and stopping at Dunkin Donuts for an official "Royal Wedding" doughnut, though. This is a wedding, after all. We have to keep things classy.
After arriving (and deciding from the sound checks that we hate Randy Fenoli, host of the Royal Wedding viewing party and "Say Yes to the Dress"), we mingled with new friends, snuggled in our new TLC snuggie, and watched on large screens as guests arrived.
|Pippa Middleton, Prince Harry, James Middleton|
Kate's brother, James, has a case of the gay face, and while we're saving ourselves for Prince Harry (we want to be the second commoner to marry into this family...), James Middleton could definitely get it. Possibly a threesome? Now that's being royally screwed...
Oh. William looked nice, too. He's balding, he didn't smile much. Whatevs.... everyone knows weddings are for the brides, anyway. (Especially if it's a bride that just married herself a man that's gonna make her a queen. Get. It. Gurlllll.)