(I know, I know. These pictures are from my iphone. So, excuse the quality, but embrace the fun!)
The coveted invitation to the Royal Wedding Breakfast, complete with Royal Crest
Friday, April 29, 2011
5:30am Wake up to watch Royal Wedding ceremony.
6:00am Wake my daughters up to watch Royal Wedding ceremony.
6:00-7:00am Hit every emotion with my daughters: tears, laughter, hysteria, prayer, denial, acceptance.
8:00am Get dressed and go to FABULOUS Royal Wedding Breakfast Party.
8:30am Drinking champagne and pomegranate cocktail (no judgement people, I had been up for three hours at this point.).
10:00am Finish watching entire wedding for the second time. Will be watching a third time for memorization purposes.
It’s Friday afternoon and I am experiencing a post-wedding hangover. It’s over. Oh well.
A proper start…
But, I really want to talk about the fabulous breakfast I attended this morning with ten friends at 8:00am. Not one of them made fun of me for “being obsessed” or told me that “I’m not right” about my level of hysteria over this wedding (ie. my husband). Everyone knew lots of tidbits of random information to contribute to the group. Everyone loved the dress, thought Catherine was regal and, most of all, thought that if their sister/maid of honor looked like Pippa, that they would make her wear a mumu or a sack over her head.
Homage to the Bride and Groom. No Precious Moments figurines this day.
I love a party at a non-party time. I’ve never been so excited to get somewhere at 8am, fully dressed (unless it was an international flight to somewhere tropical).
My hostess, Karen Sierpina, had a spot-on performance just like Princess Catherine. A fantastic breakfast complete with two kinds of fritattas, danish, sausage wraps, fresh fruit, coffee, proper English tea and ALCOHOL. She was resplendent in full bling and a tiara (flip-flops with fresh pedicure not withstanding).
Our lovely hostess, Karen Sierpina, resplendent in full bling, tiara and flip-flops. She was entering into the “gleeful” stage at this point of the ceremony.
I spoke to several girls today who attended parties as early as 5:00am in their pajamas. Or my sister-in-law, Georgia, who woke up at 2:45am CDT to go to her party. She was a bag of tricks by 2:00pm, just the time that she needed to pick up her girls at school. That made for a lot of early bedtimes last night for adults.
Have you ever seen women watching something with such rapt attention…akin to men with eyes locked on the Superbowl.
This week in Louisville is chock-full of parties and this was a great way to kick off the next nine days of celebration. We all have our Derby and Oaks brunches, the Thursday night cocktail party, the Friday night dinner out and the post Derby party. But, it’s the fun breakfasts or the Tuesday night parties that I love the most. I always wonder why we do these great creative parties for our children, but when it comes to ourselves, we follow a boiler-plate lexicon of dinner, cocktails etc. Let’s re-write the code for adult parties: gathering at a non-traditional time or with a non-traditional theme, or heck, just a gathering for no reason.
To aid you in your journey, I will post my three favorite cocktails for Derby this week. That number might increase as I delve into this assignment. So many cocktails, so little time.
Here’s to you Catherine and William. You would never believe how much your former colonists enjoyed celebrating the monarchy.
Now it’s off to the races Kentucky….
