My best friend C. and I, armed with croissants, lattes, champagne, and raspberries, woke up at 4 am today to watch the Royal Wedding.
C. had already planned her wedding to Prince William in her tween years (sorry C., I had to), so I expected her to be distraught about this "other woman." But it was a happy day, and though the words "Kate looks so pretty I just want to kill her" were uttered, believe us when we say we l-0-v-e that girl.
But who I really love?
I've always preferred Harry to William. When everyone was all, "William William William" I always knew he'd grow up to be the cutest. He's like a mix between Ron Weasley and Matt Czuchry. It doesn't get much more adorable than that. Plus, he's built so much bigger and is always pleasantly ruddy-faced, like he just came from ski patrol in the slopes. Love love love.
So I had no envy watching Kate marry William today, but I was super happy for them. It was especially adorable when Harry whispered to William "she's here now," and William told Kate she looked beautiful. I also thought Pippa looked GORGEOUS, and thought it was hilarious when Lady Eliza (or was it Lady Grace?) scowled and covered her ears when the jets flew over Buckingham Palace. The kiss was l-a-m-e though. I just feel like William is such a cold fish! But I loved how flirty and playful they were.