Prince William and Kate Middleton have set their wedding date.
April 29, 2011, it will be, and in Westminster Abbey. Not too shabby! But, then, it’s the future King and Queen of England! (Actually, William will be “William the Fifth, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of His other Realms and Territories King, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith." Kate will be Queen of England, though as a commoner she will be Queen Consort and not Queen Regnant.)
British people are all agog—there’s nothing like a Royal Wedding, and Britain does ceremony better than anyone. It represents for them hope, love, romance, the future—a welcome respite from the daily dire economic news and governmental efforts to contain the “rolling crisis.” (Though at least this nation is doing something about it, instead of its political parties blaming and screaming at each other and doing little else.)
We’re thinking about inviting Will and Kate to Harlaxton Manor for their wedding reception, even their honeymoon if they want to hang out here. Harlaxton does about a dozen wedding receptions a year in our beautiful state rooms, scheduling them at times when the gatherings don’t interfere with our teaching and learning and student life. It helps balance the budget.
Wonder what would happen if we gave William and Kate a really good deal to catch a train to Grantham after tying the knot in Westminster Abbey, then getting Tom and Street Cars Taxi to haul them out to the Manor for only six British pounds. We could save them some cash, and every newlywed needs a little money.
We could put them up in the Schroeder Presidential Suite—our poshest room—and they could walk down the stairs for dinner in the Refectory with our students. Maybe go to the Bistro afterwards, for a pint? If they want privacy, a walk in the Bluebell Woods? Maybe shoot some hoops with some of the guys? Ping pong? Lift weights or use some of the fitness equipment in the Sports Hall? I don’t guess they’d want to run the mile on the lane out front.
Yeah. Maybe we ought to ask them. I can see Lucy’s headlines now: “Prince William and Kate Now Honorary UE Alums.” And her lead, “’I bleed purple,’ said the future King of England as he huffed and puffed up the Harlaxton Manor stairs to join his new bride in the Schroeder Presidential Suite. ‘I always wanted go to UE instead of St. Andrews, and now I’m finally getting my chance.”
Yeah, maybe we’ll try it.
Why not? We’re used to excitement around here. If this works, it will create just one more good moment at Harlaxton College, where all the faculty are brilliant, all the students are above average, and the energy never stops.