| I was utterly gobsmacked by
this event. I am normally so ungay as to find social
affairs to be more disgusting than useful, but this whole affair
in the royal marriage was a profound display of culture,
singular and multi, of refinement and exclusiveness, yet it was
so utterly dripping in emotion that I found myself doing as the
Prince did with finding a way to make the tears disappear across
the cheeks and into facial hair.
I found Ms. Markle's appearance to be
so wonderfully restrained and without flash - her dress was a
delicious blend of confinement of extravagance while masking a
deeper meaning of symbols of her choosing that were mingled in
her five meter train. It was this backdrop of
restraint in opulence that allowed Ms. Markle's inner radiance
to be released - she was a wonderful example of American counter
culture to excess that allowed her to be the star in a setting
where titles, crowns, and hats fought each other for attention;
yet her simplicity was not a showcase for dead common;
rather, her simplicity was of good taste and style - her dress
did not overpower her - she was the star in a room with hundreds
of points of royal light. She was remarkable.
She was radiant. She made me tear up as her joy
danced among the panes of stained glass.
The children employed in this
celebration were stars as well - ever so coached in the finer
trappings of a royal celebration - yet they were children who
managed to be both rehearsed and spontaneous - and the two boys
holding hands in the procession of Ms. Markle's entrance were a
joy to behold in their innocence and cherub-like qualities.
The young ladies in the procession were buttons of beauty with
innocence that matched their white gowns even if Ms. Markle's
purity display was one of masking the obvious conquests that her
36 years had partaken.
The Prince was materially every bit of
man's man quality that I so admire - he was composed and offered
that stiff upper lip, but he would break free as he entered the
church and shook the hands of the two foreign guards there
beaconing the future king to do the same; it was this quality of
the Prince that I so admire - he is his own man and will venture
into his new life on his own terms and conditions breaking free
from the crust of royalty. Seeing the Prince's
expressions change as emotions also overwhelmed him - smiles to
sternness - to the captivation of his new bride as the radiance
of her visage cascaded over him bringing out the love that
cannot be faked between two people who truly are hearts mingling
in love. It is thus that I knew that this
celebration of coupling was going to be special.
In retrospect, when Princess Diana was
coupled with the man with enormous ears, I felt nothing like
this even as I watched that union live while only capturing
snippets of today's even live (yet watching the entire affair on
YouTube from the official channel of the Royal Family in delay).
It is thus that I approach this whole
affair - the look of Prince Harry when Ms. Markle approached and
then stood beside him - as if he had just seen his first ice
cream cake - you cannot fake responses like this. It
was the wonderfully touching and heart felt facial expressions
of Ms. Markle's mother as she shifted through all possible
emotions and then went back again with her heart felt pride and
love for her daughter. In a world of British crust,
the Americans brought the purity of emotion and the fact that
the Prince felt the wave and rode it makes him all the more
delicious.
It is thus I now crown the look that
Harry gave his future wife as the "look of love" by
which all looks shall be compared; and pity the woman who
doesn't get that look from her man. All she can do is to
stand by him while he makes hay with a barnyard horse.
Speaking of that horse, Camilla wore a
pale shade of pink from head to foot and looked like she had
compressed an ostrich into a hat that was equally pink and
enormous in its shade casting effect upon her head nearly
masking the visage of the barnyard attraction she gives to the
one with big ears.
The Queen herself managed an exit from
her motor carriage as she wore a bright green dress designed by
Praying Mantis and Sons of London and places under rocks.
She certainly could be found easily if there was emergency with
that outfit. But at least she hoofed it into the building
under her own power. God save the Queen. And
unlike Babs Bush, those were real pearls she was wearing.
Her husband also made it on his own which is quite remarkable
because he looks close to being fitted for a sleep six feet
under. Whatever they gave him to reanimate him for
this event is something that our own death's door contestant,
Nancy Pelosi, needs.
Ms. Markle arrived in a Rolls along
with her two young train carriers and they were most precious to
admire as they displayed youth in abundance and were obviously
enjoying their role in the celebration even if they might be too
young to truly understand all the festivities.
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