Yes, for me there was a last time. I viewed the proceedings, tape delayed, at the Consul General of Los Angeles’ home with a hundred or so others of my closest British acquaintances.
When Charles and Diana got married, I was on the Board of Directors of the British American Chamber of Commerce in Los Angeles. I enjoyed that position not because I was, as were my fellow Directors, the CEO of a major multinational corporation in LA. No, I was the girlfriend of the Executive Director and I was very good at helping him do his job. As I recall, that mostly consisted of planning extravagant parties for the top echelon managers of multi-nationals that had some relation to Her Majesty The Queen. We were the social enablers for British businesses in LA, so of course Diana and Charles couldn’t get married without our feteing them.
What do I remember most about that evening?
- I wore a white eyelet off-the-shoulder peasant blouse and long skirt that I had made myself. A friend who was knitting a hot pink angora sweater came to view my handiwork, and wisps of hot pink angora were inadvertently sewn into the waistband.
- I danced with actor Anthony Hopkins.
- I stood at the front stoop of the CG’s mansion peering out at the crowd protesting England’s treatment of Ireland, feeling that I was very much on the wrong side of the door.
I haven’t decided what or when I’ll watch William and Kate’s wedding, but I won’t be wearing white eyelet and Anthony Hopkins will not be with me.
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