Tom and Lorenzo as always have great commentary on the fashions with lots of photos:

The Bride
Maid of Honour

We don't know her, but we definitely want to after hearing she ran afoul of the palace for wanting to install disco balls for the party. And if that wasn't enough to make her an instant gay icon, she got what she wanted. Stared down the queen and shouted "Give me disco balls or give me death!"

Darlings, we're pretty tapped out, but we couldn't close the blogging day without the following advertorial, brought to you by the British Millinery Association. If there was one common response worldwide to today's proceedings, it was, "Man, those Brits sure do love their jacked-up hats, don't they?" Old Black ladies in church on Easter Sunday would look at these hats and think, "Those white ladies are wearing some crazy hats!" Hats of the UK? We salute you today. How could we not? It was like a garden full of color and shape and just a little bit of crazy to make it fun. Pick your best and worst. We've gotta give it up to Princess Bea for sheer nerve. It takes some royal brass ones to show up at your cousin's wedding wearing a be-ribboned toilet seat. Brava, darling. Way to get yourself trending on twitter.

I had chips and guac and radishes for dinner. Yay! The avocado and chips and lime were on sale, even. It was the supermarket made me do it.

I was thinking that any kid of Wills and Kate might have a decent chance of non-baldness because Kate's dad seems to have quite a healthy head of hair.

OMG, week, end.

On a good note, my boss chose my March project to present to his boss as an example of process done right. And he gave me a high five for the stranglehold I've maintained on the rollout that's scheduled for this weekend.

I still wish I wasn't going to have to be working in the wee hours this weekend, but there you go.

High-five, ita! The week is almost over, except for you, apparently.....

Old Black ladies in church on Easter Sunday would look at these hats and think, "Those white ladies are wearing some crazy hats!"

This is pretty much exactly what I thought. With admiration.

High-five!

I have an amazing headache and I am supposed to attend a surprise birthday dinner tonight. Good GOD, I don't want to. I really need to find something to wear, shower and convince myself to go.

Actually I am going to take a Sudafed, more Advil and take a hot shower. If I don't feel at least a little better, I am canceling. That'll ease it a little if it is either sinus or tension. If this is a migraine, just no. It hurts bad enough that I cannot even tell why. It just hurts.

Man, I cried my way home from work. I'm so glad to be done, you don't even know. Meds, please kick in a little.

My boss and his boss also complimented my shoes. They're cowboy boots, so I guess guys can do that and not break rules? Because we need rules. Clear, gender-defined rules.

Hot shower with my eyes closed and I felt a little better. Out now (and with my glasses on) and I feel so amazingly queasy and the pain is just ramping straight back up. I'm a bad friend but I just can't.

I'm so glad to be done, you don't even know.

I can guess right about now. Unfortunately.

I am going to stop at the gym on the way home and do some bouldering, and then it's an evening of tv: FNL and Fringe, woot. And maybe some writing.