I don't know if it is a good thing that I had completely tuned out that the royal wedding was going to take place this morning, I mean I knew it was happening at some point and I've seen some cheeky/sexy outfits on Kate in the past months, but I didn't have any idea that the world was waking to that long slow horse and buggy ride, sitting on the edge of their seats, not til I turned on my computer.
My live stream was so tortuously slow so I got bored but I do remember a more exciting wedding (for me), back in the punk days in Boston, oh I can't even say, back when I was a teenager when Dini and I woke up before dawn to dress in coveralls and carry plastic machine guns to crash this posh royal wedding brunch we knew about in the South End. Dini was a rock star and I had a great hair cut and I think they were a little afraid NOT to let us in, but once they did, we were not afraid to drink loads of champagne and wreak havoc and give everybody a some real GOD SAVE THE QUEEN, turning over tables, tying people to chairs, and even duck taping a few moustaches. The hostess tried to play it cool and take credit for the whole conceptual madness, so it didn't go as well as we would have liked but still, it was more fun remembering than watching the lurching Ustream this morning.
Too rainy at the moment to go out and scan some punk pix, they're coming, promise.