World awaits the wedding ceremony — dress

No DVR for me. No "Dateline" recap. No Google photos. I'd like to see to be able to say I was there when the world got its first overall look of Kate in her wedding party dress. I was there when Diana moved out of that gilded carriage in her wedding cake of a dress 30 years ago, one of 750 million viewers who set their alarms to watch her marry Charles. I was a single girl, living in a one-bedroom apartment with two cats. No wedding on my horizon. Granted, we didn't think Charles was much of a catch even then, but we — all the single young women like me — ignored the rumors of an arranged marriage and went with the mythic that morning. All these years later, we are empty-nesters, as Diana would have been if she had not died in 1997, watching from a subtle distance as the kids find someone — did you hear, Harry is back together with Chelsy Davy? — and marry. We hold our air entirely, just as we will with Will and Kate. British noble a marriage don't appear to take.

My friend Betsy is coming over. She is a crazy Anglophile and she still has some of the Charles and Diana wedding souvenirs. We'll have English breakfast tea, scones, some of lemon curd and clotted cream if i can find it. A box of cells between us. So sad, we will say together. Will loved his mother so much. He decide to marry in Westminster Abbey, the church from which she was buried. There is plenty of room in the Old podiums of the Abbey for governmental policies and cynicism, and both arrived early to get a good seat. There is talk of Will superseding his grumpy dad as king — the fresh faces of him and his as-yet-untarnished young bride are the perfect answer to the anti-monarchy rumblings that erupt every time the British economy hits the curb. And there is gossip that Kate set her college cap for Will early on, admitting at St. Andrews University with higher than a degree on her mind, and then securing for eight long years with a terrier's tenacity until he circular back to her. But on Friday, the coal miner's great-granddaughter will marry a dictator, and among the guests will be the postman and the butcher from her community, and there will be enough pageantry to push all that away for a while. After the veranda kiss and the receptions — Kate's cousin, Pippa, is supposedly ruffling palace feathers because she wants to hang disco tennis balls — and the still-secret honeymoon vacation, these two crazy kids are going to get back to his modest military digs in Anglesey, Wales.