I am definitely one of those people who woke up this morning, heard that the royal wedding was over and done with, and heaved a huge sigh of relief. If you had asked me, I would have told you that the huge fuss and incredible expense was nothing short of criminal, and that I really could care less about the whole thing.
Apparently I was wrong.
Watching the footage just now, I cried like an idiot. Don't ask me why. I guess I'm just a sucker for a good love story, and like it or not, I'm enjoying the fairy tale. So much so, that Prince William's salad plate sized bald spot didn't bother me one bit as I watched him put the ring on Kate's finger.
I think what did it for me was the post-wedding royal kiss on the balcony. It was just so "happily ever after", it was like the endings of all of my favorite Disney movies rolled into one glorious smooch. I guess it's just that, all these years, that kid has had my sympathy vote - after his mom died, having to live with Charles and Camilla couldn't have exactly been a picnic.
Ever since November, and the royal proposal, I've been avoiding the wedding hype as much as I could. We all know how these things usually end...with laughable tabloid stories and embarrassing accusations.
But just for today, I think I'll put the daily cynicism of life aside, and enjoy the fantasy. There's time enough for reality tomorrow. Best wishes, you crazy kids. Someone hand me a Kleenex.