There were two highlights for me. The first was witnessing the warm, real and ordinary love between the bride and groom. Although it was an enormous affair watched by billions and meticulously choreographed to within an inch of its life it was a grand spectacle of the monarchy butit was also just a wedding.
The second highlight was seeing London stick out its chest, hold up its chin and show off its beauty, history and ability to throw a party to the world. I felt so very proud of my home.
Although I would love to have been in the UK to join in the celebrations I was lucky enough to go to a party thrown by someone who clearly understood the need for some pomp and circumstance. Champagne flowed all night and trays of delectable little bites were laid out on the best linen. Pews were arranged with the TV as the altar with pink bows flowers and programmes decorating our 'Westminster Abbey'. A framed pic of the happy couple kept an eye on you in the bathroom and you were reminded to 'Keep Calm and Carry On' in the hallway. It was absolutely everything a royal wedding party should be - attention to detail and appearance of paramount importance but delivered with tongue in cheek frivolity. With that in mind, there were only highs, no lows.
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