Well, the wedding is over. Thank God. Before we move on to talk about matters more important, like bacon and vikings, let's engage in some sport. 

I did NOT get up at 4 am to watch the wedding, unlike many friends on my Twitter feed. In fact, I forgot about it until I flipped on the TV this morning. As Meredith Vieira gushed about the gown, Steve walked into the room and let out a royal "FUCK." He isn't looking forward to walking past the jumbotron in Times Square, which is showing the wedding live. 

Munching on the bagel, Jonah sat down to watch the couple wave at the crowds. I told him that the only reason that we were watching this guy on TV was because his ancestors killed a lot of people and stole all their money. Ian wanted to know if Prince William was a bank robber. 

I was curious to see what Kate's dress looked like. It was a fairly open secret that someone from Alexander McQueen's house was going to make the dress. Poor old McQueen is dead. He would have made a fabulous dress, I think. Even without him at the helm, I was sure that I was going to see something fabulous. I mean McQueen made this:

and this

I expected drama and avant-garde. Instead, we got this. 

Which is perfectly fine, but it isn't exactly a game changer. It's been done before.

OK, that's all that interested me about this wedding. What else is there to talk about? 

UPDATE: More Kate snark here. 

Best Photoshop of Princess Whats-her-face's hat. 

Pippa looks more zippity. (I just love that word.)