WHILE the world watched Prince William and Kate Middleton step up to the altar for some royal nuptials, a few attentive individuals couldn’t help but notice the floor they were walking upon. Unfortunately, I wasn’t one of them. Back then, I was a blue piller—I am sorry to say—and couldn’t tell the difference between the Way to Santiago and a Shell gas station. Apologies. We have all come a long way, it seems. Well, how many of you noticed the floor? Kudos if you did. They were married on 4/29/2011, at 11:00 AM in Westminster Abbey. It was a Friday and would have been 3 AM when the Madame and I watched it unfold from our Los Angeles home. We stayed up all night for the event, rather than setting an alarm.
I spy Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, and is she a royal or what? [EDIT: Oops, that’s Pippa Middleton, Kate Middleton’s sister. She married billionaire James Spencer Mathews.] Well, they told us Meghan was a commoner, but then I dug into her genealogy in The 1893 Chicago World Fair, and now we know better. Meghan Markle is related to the usual suspects. At the coronation of King Charles, many more of us began to notice—the floor, that is—and that is because, by 2023, there were red pill dispensers in ma and pa stores across middle America rather than the typical back alleyways of old. I would show you a picture of his crowning but then I would be in danger of not seeing past the players on the stage when it’s the actual stage that has my interest.
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