The second to last day of April in 2011, as I recall, was slightly overcast. I woke up to chaos as I had to move out of my Junior year apartment by 6pm that night. I got up at some insane hour and went to inspect the damage and to check on the one thing that had definitely not been packed up yet: the enormous 15 year old TV inherited from my roommate's boyfriend's family. I, along with 23 million Americans and
an estimated two billion people on the planet, got up to watch the British Royal Wedding. Flash forward four and a half years later, I have a bit of a hidden royal obsession. Hidden because I'm pretty sure being overly knowledgeable about the Royal family and trying to pass as a well adjusted, young professional, twenty-something New Yorker, do not go hand-in-hand.
My roommate from Junior year and best friend who now lives in DC, knows this hidden royal obsession, because she shares the same fascination. So when Clarence House tweeted how the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge were coming to NYC this month, she texted me the tweet in no time flat:
