Well, the wedding is in the morning. By the time I post this, it will be over. Sigh. All that planning, all that work. It's over in a few hours.
The word 'royal' brings to mind several different things:
When I was a teenager and very much into soap operas, Port Royal was a town on one of my favorite shows. I found out years later, Port Royal really was really a town, several towns, in fact.
A very close friend of ours sports the name 'Royal'. When the girls were younger, and this couple would come over for dinner, the girls called it a royal dinner. Royal made the best angel biscuits you could slide down your southern throat, and thus we named them 'royal' biscuits.
There is a community and road named Port Royal near here, but I am sorry to say, I don't have a clue as to where it ends: Port Royal or Buckingham Drive. Westminster Lane, maybe?
I did not get up at three for the Royal Wedding, but I did make it up by five-thirty, just in time for the bride to walk down the isle. Or was it the vows? I am not sure why I thought we had to jump out of a comfy bed this morning, when the visions I wanted to see were replayed all morning. So, I cooked up some royal bacon and scrambled some princess eggs for Mr. G and myself.
I must tell you, the gown was lovely, the veil was posh, and Kate, the princess herself, looked smashing! I had a jolly old good time watching the events as I cleaned house this morning. I was rather weary of all the waffle by the media, but all in all it was ace.
I have NO clue if any of what was said above was in the right context of English slang talk! Just trying out a few words thrown around over the past few weeks...
Well, cherrio, my dear bloggies!
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