I've been plugging my ears and not giving a shit about the royal wedding for MONTHS. This morning, I got up for an early workout and stepped on that treadmill just as the new royal couple finished signing the registry and emerged into the palace. And I got HOOKED, people. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. I even teared up a bit. By the time my workout was over, I was so hooked that I timed my departure from the gym so I could SPEED home and catch the royal kiss live. I made it with 2 minutes to spare.
I got caught up, okay? Who doesn't love a good fairytale?
But my favorite people in the whole royal wedding? Pippa Middleton and Prince Harry. They're totally hot, and you can tell they're itching to strip off the stuffy attire and knock back a bottle of Jack. They are my kind of people. I have a sneaking suspicion Kate is too, though I'm sure her PR people are up her ass at the moment, trying to preserve her royal appearance.
You can just tell by looking at them that they can't wait for all the hubbub to be over so they can break it down at the afterparty. You know, the fun one the queen won't be at.
And I'm willing to put money on the fact that they're totally going to hook up later. I mean, would that not be the best royal wedding story EVER? I would love it.
Now go on, Pippa and Harry: make awesomely hot illegitimate royal babies. Do it.