Sunday, May 1, 2011

Yes, I had my alarm clock set for 3:45AM on Friday.

Once, I asked my mom, "Did you catch Matt Lauer's interview with the boys?"

She told me she had and we talked about Matt Lauer's interview with the boys for a few minutes...before we realized that she was talking about Bon Jovi and I was talking about William and Harry. (After my mom asked me,"Why are you getting so protective over Ritchie Sambora???")

I can't help it...I have always really cared about those boys.

I cared about that wedding.

No, I honestly don't know why the world was so fascinated with it.

I can't even really tell you why I was so fascinated with it.

I guess I have a few explanations for my personal interest...I was named after Princess Diana.

William is a couple of months younger than me, so, in that sense, I feel like I grew-up with him. He also lost his mother around the same time I lost my father...there's that automatic kinship you feel with others who lose a parent at a young age. (Perhaps the only thing I will ever have in common with the Kardashian sisters...)

I would be lying if I said the thought of meeting Prince William and telling him my name and he smiling and responding with, "Ah, yes. That is a very easy name for me to remember" has never crossed my mind.

But, yes...I cared!

I think I was more interested in this wedding than I was in weddings I actually attended of people I actually knew.

I flipped-around until I found the "right" coverage to watch, settling on The Today Show. I wished I had pursued broadcast journalism like I had planned-on when I was younger. (I think that dream died when I noticed they never had curly hair.) I could have been a correspondent! I could have been a fancy hat! Instead...I was on a couch, in my pajamas, on my third cup of coffee with a very sleepy dog sitting next to me. (She didn't understand why we were up so early either.)

Posh and Becks (I've learned that's what the Brits call Victoria and David Beckham) were the first big names to arrive, but what I was really wondering was, "What will Sir Elton John be wearing?" (Did anybody catch his interview with Barbara Walters last week? Cutest thing ever. He loves that baby!)

Sir Elton and David Furnish soon arrive and are shown to their seats...nice tie, Sir J. (Also, Kate and Will's first dance was to "Your Song", covered by somebody else. I think if Elton John was at my wedding and my song was an Elton John classic...I'd want him singing it...but that's just me.)

Matt Lauer also informed us that it is considered offensive to dress to draw attention to one's self at a Royal Wedding. If that's the case, I would love to know how we're not supposed to notice some of those HATS. No, really. HOW?

(I had originally heard that Abba was going to be performing at the reception, but never heard about that again...maybe they cancelled on them because they were worried that things would get a bit too wild once Camilla grabbed the mic and started belting-out, "The Winner Takes it All.")

I started my "awwwwe-ing" and tearing-up once Harry and Will entered and started greeting guests, blowing kisses to their relatives and friends and joking around. I couldn't help it. As I said earlier, I DO feel like I grew-up with these boys and I can't help but remember watching them walking side-by-side back in 1997 when their mom died. (William was so much taller than Harry back then.) They've gone through so much together. I remember how noticeable my father's absence was at my sister's wedding. Those feelings are quite universal and I knew that those boys (why am I calling them boys? They're really not) were feeling those very same feelings at that moment.

I wanted to hug them both, but I realized watching this coverage...British people aren't too fond of hugging. (Imagine having to curtsey to your mother-in-law?)

When I saw Kate's gown, I wasn't surprised at all by what she chose and I really hope she can bring long sleeved wedding gowns back in style. I'm not getting married any time soon, but it's nice to know they'll be in stock!

I tried to figure-out what Harry said to William when he saw Kate walking down the aisle, and I thought it was something along the lines of, "Don't worry...she showed-up!" (At that moment, William was no longer my favorite Royal brother as he always was. My heart now officially belongs to Prince Harry.)

Also put my lipreading skills to work to decipher what William said to Kate when he first saw her, and some experts have said, "You look beautiful, I love you", while FOX News' lipreading expert claims it was, "You look stunning, babe."

Both work.

They're so cute! The way they look at each other is just so beautiful!

I watched the couple ride around in their carriage and Harry riding around in a carriage surrounded by little children. (I have always said that the only thing that can make an adorable guy any cuter is to see him in a horse-drawn carriage surrounded by little children. Works every time.)

I watched them kiss on the balcony.

They look so happy! So lovely!

I wish I could have been at the reception. Apparently, Harry's speech was brilliant. I told my mother that, and she said it couldn't have been as brilliant as the speech I gave at my sister's wedding (thank you, thank you.) Kate and Wills also performed "You're the One that I Want" from Grease. I didn't think I could love those two any more than I already did...but...if that's true, I kinda do.

I really, truly hope that this is "happily ever after." I know I don't know these people. I know I shouldn't care...but I want it to work-out! I don't want to be reading about affairs and lies in a few years. I want them to stay as happy as they looked on April 29th!

Maybe this has nothing to do with William and Kate. Maybe I'm just tired of unhappy endings and want to keep a tiniest bit of the hopeless romantic alive in me.

And...there's still a shot for me and Harry...I could be on the cover of OK! Magazine with "The New Diana?" or "...But Could There EVER Be Another Diana?" across my picture.

(Also, I've been in a bit of a rough spot lately and Kate's sister, Pippa Middleton, has reminded me of just how fast things can turn around for one person. I mean...on Thursday, nobody knew who this girl was and now there are Facebook pages dedicated to her butt. It's amazing how things can change, isn't it?)

Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations. Lots of happiness and blessings for this lovely couple.


I also decided that I am going to start pronouncing my first name the way the Brits do and pronouncing the word "literally" the way the Brits do.

Diana Rissetto