I'm a boy.
I know that isn't very newsworthy at this point but I do think that it's a key element to remember as we go along here.
You see, I don't get it.
I don't get why everyone, Americans in particular, go so gaga over a royal wedding.
I slept just long enough to miss most of the pomp in this circumstance; the famous kiss on the balcony, the service and carriage ride back to Buckingham Palace.
Because of my job I do harbor a certain admiration for performing at a high level when the curtain rises and in what highlights I did see the new Duke and Dutchess of Cambridge did appear calm and relaxed and gave onlookers exactly what they were seeking.
There were no missteps to fracture the fairy tale.
I usually don't break down groups along gender lines, but I am assuming in this case that the majority of watchers this morning were women.
Maybe that's it!
Maybe for a lot of women this is the real life version of the dream they've had since they were little girls; of a prince most charming, a gorgeous wedding dress where millions of adoring eyes could be focused.
Hey, I didn't get up at four in the morning for my own wedding; I'm certainly not going to do it for two people I don't even know.
Then again, my reception was in a Holiday Inn.
I guess I can't fault my wife, or anyone else's, for wanting even a fleeting touch of a real life fairy tale.