Well, today got off to a lovely start, wouldn’t you say?
photo from bbc.com
I rolled out of bed and onto the couch in the other room at 5:30 to tune in to the royal wedding. (I’ve been doing one of those fitness boot camp things before work four days a week, so waking up at that hour wasn’t too bad. Also, clearly I skipped boot camp this morning.) As the ceremony got underway, I was struck by how commonplace the event was, and yet how remarkable: here were two twenty-somethings who met in college exchanging vows after many years together, but with a Prince for a groom in the most grand setting imaginable and with hundreds of millions of people watching across the globe. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (aka Will and Kate) were the same year as my friends and I were in school, and one of my best friends graduated with them from St. Andrews. It was weird to watch and recognize that we’re about the same age, and that Jon and I did the same thing (er, sort of) almost a year ago.
(Related but not entirely on-topic: read my grad-school classmate’s thoughts on the wedding dress on her blog for Forbes. She’s getting married not this weekend but next, and also in Alexander McQueen. Wahoo!)
Speaking of life milestones, I’ve got my 10-year high school reunion this weekend. (I wonder if Will and Kate went to theirs… as if.) It’s actually a two-day affair, the way my school does it, so tonight each class holds its own party somewhere and tomorrow the school hosts events on campus for all of the reunion classes, 1961-2001. I signed up to help lead the charge and plan our class party to ensure that it wouldn’t suck, so my fingers are crossed for a kickass time tonight. Almost half the class signed up, and almost half of the classmates registered are bringing guests, so we’ve got a good-sized crowd coming to partake in all-we-can-drink SweetWater beer and Smilebooth hilarity. You’ll hear all about it next week, I promise.
In the meantime, read Abby’s post about our reunion with respect to Romy & Michele’s High School Reunion (which, to my great dismay, is not on Netflix instant and I do not yet own on DVD. BALLS.). Since we share the same brain, it’s more or less what I might have written on the matter.