I was also greatly amused by the hats. I noticed David Beckham's lady wearing something that looked like a black strawberry shortcake, and quite a few women wearing objects resembling satellites upon their heads.
So I just kinda sat around waiting, drinking gallons of tea, and eating random snacks I found around the house. I had a cup of coffee when I first got up at about three AM, and that kicked in a while later. So I watched all the interviews, and then the procession of royalty riding through, then the service itself. Then, while Prince William and Princess Kate were sitting down, the boy choir started. I found myself slowly, slowly, tipping over sideways in my chair. First it looked like this:
Then it looked like this:
Then it looked like this:
WAIT. WHAT??
Yes. That was a water tower. Yes. It was on fire.
Turns out I fell asleep through one of the boy choir songs, but the stunning realisation that Prince William had suddenly turned into a flaming water tower really caught my attention, and snapped me back into reality.
Once back in the real world, I watched Queen Elizabeth II stand by, looking fairly pleased with herself as everyone but her sang the famous 'God Save the Queen'.
It was around this time that every announcer, some audience members, and the PM started looking exactly like Piers Morgan to me, and I was utterly convinced that he was now a reporter for reasons unknown to myself.
My sister even helpfully pointed out at this point that Piers Morgan's initials were, indeed, PM, which, quite honestly, did nothing for my fear that a talent judge was now running England.
I then observed a man who didn't actually know how to put his own helmet on, which, for lack of sleep, was utterly hilarious.
Next, I realised that the man they kept showing with Queen Elizabeth II was actually Prince Phillip. Silly me. I thought he was dead!
I went on a walk at seven something to keep myself awake while I waited for 'THE BALCONY'.
I nearly drowned in the grass. Everything was flooded.
I returned home half an hour before 'THE BALCONY', and wondered why a husband and wife kissing on a balcony was so important. Well, then I remembered that most of the crowd had camped there overnight, had gotten very little sleep, and were probably mostly delusional. It made me feel slightly better about my soggy, sleepy state. Then I remembered that they were the future King and Queen of all Britain. Oh...yeah.
Also, I was in exactly the same state they were. Darn!
I watched them on 'THE BALCONY', and thought, 'Heh' the first time they kissed and the crowd went wild. But what really confused me was when they kissed again, and the crowd screamed like there was a mass murderer among them. No, it wasn't the screaming of excited people. It was the blood chilling scream of someone who has just found a bomb embedded in their wrist. Then I heard the announcer saying that the second kiss was to 'Make the crowd go crazy,' and I wondered when Piers Morgan had become such a good broadcaster.
I fell asleep momentarily, and this time the water tower was not on fire. He had a bow tie, and was speaking about something very politically important.
Unfortunately, I cannot remember what he was speaking about, so from what I remember, he looked pretty much like this:
And this pretty much concludes my experience with the Royal Wedding.
....Prince Harry...will you marry me? <3
