Another one of my British obsessions

I'm off galavanting in Sin City right now, but I just had to leave y'all with this very important post and confession.

I am a Harry Potter nerd.

There, I said it.

Even though I'm probably drinking giant margaritas and and putting pennies into slot machines, you can be sure that I will take a few seconds of this day to shed some tears over the premier of the last movie.

I want to cry just looking at that.

The culmination of my childhood/teenage years spent reading the books and later watching all the movies is about to come to an end.

Fear not, for I will be watching this [and crying the whole time] as soon as I return to Texas.

RIP Harry Potter saga, RIP.

Two hot royals are about to grace us with their presence

Let's get excited, everyone, for these people are about to be in our country:

No, those are not two attractive Texans on their way to the rodeo.

It's Willkat!!

[term coined by moi here]

Soon they will arrive in LA-LA Land, and the masses will attempt to catch a glimpse of the world's favorite couple.

Or, at least that's what I'd be doing if I were a LA resident.

I might be on the verge of creepy stalker, though.

Enjoy the weekend, everyone!

Whether you're out stalking royals or relaxing at home, I hope it treats you well!



The case for royalty

After watching hours of royal wedding footage yesterday, I came to the conclusion that my friends and I would either make superb royals, or truly terrible ones.

Why we should probably go ahead and find princes to marry:

1. We are experienced champagne drinkers.

2. We appreciate fancy things.

3. Our British accents are above average.

4.  We are funny enough to make the queen laugh.

5. We could definitely pull off the crazy hat/fascinator look.

Why royalty would not suit us and we'd be banned from Buckingham Palace:

1. We [and by we, I mean Courtney] enjoy PDA too much.

2. We [and by we I mean Courtney and me] show too much emotion over everything.

3. Our attempts to make the queen laugh would most likely be deemed too inappropriate.

4. We might end up on tabloid covers looking like we had a bit too much fun after a night out.

5. We [and by we I mean me] would want to use our royal influence and possession of massive square footage to rescue an inordinate amount of animals.

So, really, we have a 50/50 shot of dominating this gig.

Hey, Harry, Caroline is single. Wanna come to Texas?



I've got a fever...and the only cure is...the royal wedding

You like how extra large I made this?

In about 16 hours, the biggest event in the HISTORY OF THE WORLD will occur.

Ok, so I exaggerate.

But seriously, for an anglophile like myself, this is HUGE.

I cannot wait to witness [later in the evening on my trusty DVR] the marriage of Prince William to this woman who I love/hate. What will her dress look like? Will she go for young and chic or royal and elegant? What will the guests wear? How many huge hats will we be able to count? How many members of the royal family will we perceive to be drunk? How hot will Harry look?

So many things to look forward to!

Call me a sap, but I can't wait for their kiss on the balcony. I'll be sure to have many tissues at the ready.

Why, oh why, can't I be British?

Cheers!