...I missed the Royal Wedding. Truth. In fact, I still haven't seen it!
You see, on Thursday, while the rest of the world had their eyes glued to the television, speculating about dress designers, tiaras, bouquet flowers, and all the rest, I was making the 13-hour trek to Michigan. I arrived exhausted, with just enough energy left to enjoy a beer with B before crashing into bed. The next morning, a few hours into Royal Wedding-palooza, I was ironing a set of black robes with the most ridiculous sleeves I've ever seen.
Yes, Friday was B's graduation day. He is now, officially, a Master of Music, and I'm so incredibly proud of him! He's worked so hard these past two years, and it's wonderful to see his labors paying off. I will be spending the next week with him in Ann Arbor, giving us time to look for a place to live next year, and giving me the chance to interview for jobs. There's a lot riding on these next few days, so we have to make them count!
And although Friday was a whirlwind of pomp and circumstance (ha!), and this weekend held plenty of to-do lists, you can bet that tomorrow morning while B is singing for a funeral I will be planted in front of the tv watching the six hours of Royal Wedding coverage I forced him to DVR. Come hell or high water, I'm watching that wedding! No spoilers, please!
