Going to the chapel and boosting the economy all at the same time. That's multi-tasking!

The internet is all atwitter (both literally and figuratively). The newsstands are bursting with freshly printed magazines. You can almost smell the coffee the writers consumed while they stayed up all night.

Prince William of Wales (or England or something, I forget which) is engaged to Kate Middleton (S.'s cousin, a wedding planner, refers to her as 'Waity Katie').

I think I will let it slide that I called 'dibs' when I was fourteen and he was sixteen, mostly because Wills is really starting to look really British, in that boney-faced, stoat-like manner. Plus his hair is thinning and few things turn me off more than grabbing for a man's hair during passionate sex and feeling nothing but some sparse head whiskers and oily scalp.

Having never been alive for a real royal wedding, I am kind of intrigued to see the eventual spectacle that will result. You know, the commemorative plates and china sets. The corgis decked out in morning dress.

Yes, world, there are few things sweeter than a display of luxury and indulgence in a Britain that hasn't been in such awful financial shape since, well, the last time there was a big-ass royal wedding. Sourced here y'all.
From an actual British guy, so you know it's legit.

And now a more cynical point of view.

They are going to make some mighty proper, moderately
good-looking, fraffly-well-spoken offspring to put in line for the throne.