One of my late-grandmother’s greatest pleasures was pointing out what she believed to be my striking resemblance to Princess Diana. This is the same woman who, every time my brother came to visit, would shout out, “Who’s the Boss?” because in her mind he was a dead ringer for Tony Danza. But I digress.
There’s no avoiding the fact that Kate Middleton will be marrying Princess Diana’s eldest, the future King of England, tomorrow at dark-thirty (CST). And since no one else would agree to be the D Royal Wedding expert, it seems that I’m it. I couldn’t be happier because the title comes with the bonus of spending tonight in a suite at Hotel St. Germain and enjoying a traditional English Breakfast in Bed With the Royal Family, part of the hotel’s Brit Week festivities.
The plan: I’ll wake be awakened early at 4:45 am, pin on a fascinator, and tuck into the tray of bangers, grilled tomatoes, and the mushrooms delivered to me in bed as my husband and dog, Lucy snore through it all, (of course Hotel St Germain is pet friendly).
If you’re at all interested, check in here and with our Twitter feed to keep up with the royal doings.
And if anyone knows where I can find a Union Jack kerchief for Lucy, give me a shout.
See you in the a.m.