Sunday, May 08, 2011

Incident at Westminster

“So,” I said. “How was the wedding?”

Dolores lifted herself off the sofa just enough to fling a wine glass at my head, but jet lag had sapped the oomph from her pitching arm. The remains of that morning’s indifferent breakfast Cabernet fell short by half and landed on the rug.

“Meh,” she said, and passed out again.

“She’s cranky,” said Harry.

He was sitting on the table, scissors and glue at the ready, preparing to paste souvenirs and photographs into his scrapbook. His copy of the Official Programme, which he’s been carrying with him everywhere, was propped against the toaster.

“Looks like you had a lot of fun,” I said, picking up a napkin on which someone had scribbled a snippet of music with a lyric. “Is this from Elton John?”

“Yup,” said Harry. “He’s so nice. We were near each other at the Abbey and when I started to cry because everything was so pretty he hugged me and I said I’m a good bloke, and he cried, too. Then at the party we were talking and he said I made him think of a whole new song and he wrote down the first part for me.”

“Is seems to me,” I read, “you lived your life like a sock yarn in the wind.”

“He must know what Chicago weather is like,” said Harry, “because I sure do.”

“And where are the leaves from?”

“The big one came off a tree in Kew Gardens. You aren’t allowed to pick stuff but it was on the ground already so I figured it was cool. The little one fell off one of the trees in the Abbey when Dolores–well, you know.”

Oh, yeah. I knew. You’ve probably heard already, or seen the leaked video clips on TMZ, but in case you’ve been otherwise engaged here are the details.

It was evident from the wording of Harry’s invitation that Dolores remained persona non grata with the palace crowd, thanks to her impromptu audience with the Queen’s dogs at Windsor Castle. She did not take the snub gracefully. After a hatchet-faced goon from the CIA turned up at our door to ask about unsettling e-mails that had been sent to Kate Middleton from our computer, I revoked her Internet privileges for a month.

To her credit, Dolores spent the duration of her punishment making amends. She watched news bulletins about the wedding preparations without throwing cocktail nuts at the screen. She took Harry down to one of the fancy tailors in the Loop to have his royal ball band fitted. She helped him bake and pack eleven dozen snickerdoodles for the royal cookie table. She confirmed and re-confirmed his reservations at the International Yarn Hostel in Wapping. And as I was up to my Gandalfian eyebrows in deadlines, she offered to escort him to the airport.

Right. I know what you’re thinking. You might have spoken up at the time. But you didn’t, did you? No, you did not.

Dolores was terribly worried about Harry’s navigating O’Hare Airport all by himself, so she secured a pass from the ticket agent that allowed her to usher him through security and into his seat without incident. She then attempted to leave the aircraft, whereupon she tripped, fell and became wedged beneath a vacant seat in First Class. Alas, she was unable to extricate herself until the flight was somewhere over Iceland.

The crew did not eject her immediately (that would have been unfair to Iceland), but the captain made it clear that she would be sent back to Chicago on the next flight from London. A few hours later, as the captain was visiting the loo, Dolores busted in on him to plead for clemency. She emerged with a highly personal narrative the captain does not wish to have shared with the media, plus enough Frequent Flyer miles for a round-trip ticket to Rio.

In the days leading up to the wedding, Harry made friends with some lovely Australian and German yarns from the hostel. They visited Kew Gardens,

Kew Gardens


took in a couple of shows, got lost on the Underground–the things one does when one is young and free and superwash in London.

Dolores, meanwhile, did a good deal of shopping because she hadn’t planned on traveling and therefore had only a week’s worth of clothing, her passport and her make-up kit.

Harry said that on Friday morning you could feel the crackle of excitement in the London air. Or it might have been radiation from all the surveillance equipment. Anyhow, he was up at dawn and rolled out the door on his way to the Abbey. He had expected Dolores to tag along and try her hoof at getting past royal security (practice makes perfect), but she hadn’t come home the night before.

“I never saw anything like the crowds on the way to the church,” Harry told me. “They had little flags and champagne and funny hats and it was sort of like Gay Pride Day except way bigger and Englisher and most of the guys had shirts on.”

Harry presented his credentials at the door and was warmly welcomed, though he says getting to his seat was exhausting and perilous. “It’s a long building. And that creepy lady who married the famous soccer player tried to step on me when I got in her way. But I got a space near the front so I could see pretty well.”

Everything went off without a hitch. Almost. I’ll let Harry give you his version of what happened next.

“Seriously It really was like a fairy tale,” said Harry. “There was the prince and Cinderella and I even thought they had paid two ladies to be the wicked stepsisters but then I found out they were princesses, too. Weird, right? So the choir started to sing and it was amazing like angels and I sang too, because they put all the words in the booklet, and then the tree I was sitting near shook a little and some leaves fell down. And I thought oh it’s the wind, but then I remembered we were inside and there’s no wind unless somebody left the window open, but when I looked around I didn’t see any open windows, and then I looked up in the tree and I saw Dolores’s butt.”

Yes. You remember the trees? The beautiful estate trees that decorated the aisle?

Someone in a Tree

How did she get up there, you might well ask. Probably best to let Dolores handle this part of the narrative herself.

"It was almost too freaking easy,” she said. “I happened to be doing some sightseeing in the neighborhood the day before, and along comes this truck with the Hundred Acre Wood on top. So I ask somebody who looks official, what’s with the greenery? He says, all confidential-like, ‘I’m sure I can’t say, miss, but perhaps it might 'ave something to do with the big do tomorrow, eh?’ And he winks at me. Big winkers, the English.”

“Did you say...winkers?”

“Yeah, winkers.”

“Oh, good.”

“What did you think I said?”

“Never mind. Continue.”

“Right. So at that moment the whole gorgeous plan just popped fully-formed into my head. I knew what I had to do. I went over to where they were unloading the trees and I said, in my best la-dee-dah Lady Bracknell voice, ‘To whom, please, do I speak about my role in the décor?’

It took some bleating but I finally got some guy with clout to listen, and I told him I was sent by that Campaign for Wool that Prince Charles is so hot about, and he wanted me to be part of the modest green recyclable country-type outfittings as a surprise to the happy couple.”

“And he bought that?”

“Not at first. He looks me up and down and says, ‘Are you sure you’re British?’ in that hoity-toity way they do. And I said, ‘Yes, quite.’ And he said, ‘Well, what breed are you then?’ and I said Blue-Faced Leicester. And he said, ‘Then ’ow come you ’aven’t got a blue face?’ and I said, ‘Because it’s very warm in here.’

“Then I showed him the hat I picked up that day at Philip Treacy, and I said what would I, an ’umble English sheep, be doing with a hat like that if I wasn’t gonna be at the royal wedding? So finally he let me in, and I kicked back in one of the little chapels until they were finished unloading and nobody was looking. Then I shinnied up the nearest tree and got comfy.”

“And that’s where you were when Harry saw you?”

“Well, yeah. See, I was still pretty jet-lagged and fell asleep up there and when they struck up the band it scared the living shit out of me and I lost my balance. I slipped a little off the branch, but kept hanging on for dear life until the show was on the road. I didn’t want to cause a scene or anything.”

“Of course you didn’t.”

“Naw, I have too much class for that. But once they were all up front and everybody’s eyes were glued to the bride’s face and her sister’s ass I figured I could let myself down the trunk really slowly, and then just blend in with the crowd.”

“Uh huh.”

“But my hat got knocked sideways, so I grabbed for it and that’s when I fell out of the tree.”

“And landed on the Archbishop of Wales.”

“And landed on the Archbishop of Wales, yeah. That pointy hat hurt like a mofo.”

It speaks to the efficiency and steel resolve of the security staff, as well as the ready availability of chloroform in the UK, that Dolores was removed from the Archbishop’s hat, and then from the Abbey, with such speed and tact that the event barely registered with the other guests and the ceremony proceeded without a hitch.

While Dolores slept off the rest of the day under guard, Harry headed off to Buckingham Palace for the wedding breakfast and the parties that followed. “I was afraid it would take me forever to get there,” he said. “But when the Queen was going by I waved and said, ‘Hi, Queen!’ and she smiled and picked me right up and carried me down the aisle and outside!”

After the Ceremony

“And then she said she had to stop and powder her nose before they left so she gave me to one of the princesses and she took me the rest of the way.”

Ride in a Hat

I was watching, groggily, from home. But I woke up the neighbors when the wedding party emerged to wave from the balcony.

Wave to the People

Harry boogied until dawn at Buckingham Palace with the young royals, carefully avoiding any further engagement with the resident Corgis. He was, in fact, the last guest to leave.

“I think I had too much chocolate milk,” he said, “because I came over all fuzzy and then I guess I fell asleep on a chair and they didn’t find me until they were cleaning up. And when they saw the Queen’s initials on my ball band they handed me over to somebody who handed me over to somebody who handed me over to somebody else and then before I knew it I was sitting there with the Queen and she was having breakfast and looking at the newspapers and she asked if I was busy and I said no and she asked me to come have a look at her horses. She likes horses.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“And while we were giving the horses some carrots and sugar I apologized for Dolores falling out out of the tree and landing on the Archbishop and I told her I would make sure Dolores behaves herself when we go to London for Knit Nation.”

“And what did she say to that?”

“She said for such a little ball of yarn I have very big dreams.”

“Her Majesty is very perceptive.”

“Righty-ho,” said Harry.

61 comments:

WonderMike said...

Love you!

Jenn said...

So glad you had such fun Harry!

KnitNana said...

Thank you...I've been wondering...
:)

Damselfly Studio said...

Love what you did for Beatrice's hat!

Mourie said...

Ah, much better than the direct broadcast wich I missed due to my cranky patients!

Suzanne said...

Best. Ever. Including Labels. I've been waiting for the wedding story and you outdid yourself. Now I must go back and read it again.

Slip, Knit... Meditate said...

LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!!and :-) :-) :-)
I really had to laugh so loud that all the neighbours came out of their houses..

Kristen said...

Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful adventures with us, Harry!

Oliver said...

Someone in a Tree, YES YES YES

Carys said...

♥ ♥ ♥

thank you so much, harry, for your firsthand report. and to you, franklin, for sharing it with us all *g*

anne marie in philly said...

blessed be, another entertaining tale of royal hijinks! good for you, harry! PS - did you get to speak with your namesake, william's brother?

Susan said...

I was sorry not to see Treacy's creation for D. After seeing The Princess' Hat, well. I can only imagine what he might have created with a muse like Delores.

Very glad to hear they had Harry's snickerdoodles. To go to all that trouble for the wedding without a decent cookie table? Unimaginable.

Tricia said...

You had me at "indifferent breakfast Cabernet"!

See you at Knit Nation, yay!

Eileen said...

Trust Dolores!

I'm glad to hear that Harry had such a good time. But how in the world did they get Dolores back stateside without another scandal?

laura gayle said...

I agree with Eileen! How did D get back home?

So wonderful, Franklin! hugs to you!

Mel said...

*ahem* In point of fact, I believe I did intimate there might be problems with the whole Dolores-as-escort idea.

Sarah said...

So glad that Harry had such a great time. And Dolores, well, I actually expected far worse so I guess I am glad she made it home in one piece.

kmkat said...

You had me at indifferent breakfast Cabernet.

janna said...

Oh, I do love Harry!

Angela said...

Thanks for the fab Sunday evening bedtime story!

Janet said...

Franklin you have quite the imagination!!!

Anonymous, too said...

Harry, I'm glad you had such a good time and didn't encounter any Corgis.

Dolores, you should thank any and all deities ever invented that the Geneva Convention prevented Her Majesty from putting you in a dungeon and letting the Corgis chew on you.

Franklin, you really should have tagged along. You could have sorted Prince Harry and James Middleton "right proper." Too bad you're still under that ASBO about Linda Evans and the Duchess of Cornwall's hair.

Nicole T said...

HAH! "Guess who." Totally brilliant, Franklin!

HLL said...

Oh man, I work at Kew Gardens, too bad I didn't see Harry there, he could come to our knitting club (The Botaknits). Looking forward to Knit Nation!

TuesdayFortnite said...

"I even thought they had paid two ladies to be the wicked stepsisters "

Oh, so so true. Money doesn't buy taste.

Freyalyn said...

The security was indeed excellent. I'm glad they managed to get Dolores out of the way before the verger's cartwheel....

SusieQ100 said...

"that creepy lady who married the famous soccer player" - ain't that the truth!

Thankyou, Franklin, for my Monday morning laugh, it sets me up for the week! Wish I could be at Knit Nation.

Anonymous said...

"creepy woman" and "stepsister" summed up the whole day for me.
Love to Delores

JoAnn said...

Oh, Franklin, how I would love to spend some time taking notes in your brain. And how convenient that there were trees in the Abbey for Dolores to misbehave in. I can't imagine what hijinks you would have had to write about if they hadn't been there. I'm sure it would have been fun, but this is the best. And for those, in this country, who don't believe in dressing for the occasion, well. If Harry didn't have a proper ballband he wouldn't have had breakfast with the Queen, now would he?

HipDroppedStitches said...

Love, love, love. :-)

Kristen said...

Franklin, please never ever ever stop blogging. Someone else has already given you props for this one, but really: "I even thought they had paid two ladies to be the wicked stepsisters but then I found out they were princesses, too." Splorf. Thanks for making my Monday morning.

Seanna Lea said...

I love these stories. They are wonderful!

Merry Karma said...

Good one Franklin!

dale-harriet said...

Oh, I'm SO glad to get the details -- I had a dropped call on my cellphone from Scotland Yard that night and I was a little worried.....

(I lurve you too, Franklin;) and my magical mystery word is "DEDIUM" ...what can that be but a boring small tiara?

Karen said...

okay. I just lost it completely when I saw Harry perched in Beatrice's hat. Franklin, you are a gem.

Coni said...

Bloody brilliant. Just. Bloody. Brilliant.

Anonymous said...

I am so glad Harry was able to make it home and share his wonderful stories. I thought for a second that the Queen was going to use him for a pair of socks for her friend Einstein. But then he doesn't deserve any socks since he wouldn't buy her any yarn.

blogless grace said...

Snorg! Harry, you are a treat! Thanks for the photos and story of your trip.

Zelda said...

when one is young and free and superwash

*falls off couch laughing*

everybody’s eyes were glued to the bride’s face and her sister’s ass

OMG, you speak truth.

I'm off to giggle inappropriately through the rest of my workday...

Ms. D. Puddles said...

Dolores is fantastic. So are snickerdoodles. Thank you.

KarenJ said...

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Or as the Brits would have it, "Brilliant". But please, a little less! My sides are hurting and I probably won't be able to sleep tonight with the images in my head!

Yvonne said...

Have you any idea how long it takes to watch the Royal Wedding DVD frame by frame to check if Dolores was captured for posterity? No sign of her but spotted the red wiggly worm in the bridesmaid's hand!

Anonymous said...

Yes, Dolores, however...
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/04/29/priest-does-cartwheels-royal-wedding_n_855781.html

dawn s said...

You need to look into GOProud.

AgTigress said...

Harry definitely improved the appearance of Beatrice's insane hat.
:)

Anonymous said...

I love it! Loved every single word.

Elle said...

Oh, I laughed. Love the Oscar Wilde reference too, by the way.

Martha0051 said...

Oh my goodness, are those the bluebells at Kew Gardens? I've read about them!

Lisa said...

Should not have read this while working at the Reference Desk in the library. Patrons looked at me askance when I burst into laughter!

Maureen said...

Please put all of this in a little book with pictures of Dolores too! - I am collecting Royal Wedding souvenirs.......

Anonymous said...

Aloha, Franklin, am waiting for you to give Dolores her computer privlages back. I have no social life and I look forward to hearing the twitter updates from Dolores. It makes me feel virtuous about staying home and knitting while watching Hawaii 5 0 and NCIS.

Anonymous said...

This post (as are they all!) is GENIUS.

I laughed and laughed. You are hilarious!

MizGi/Genevieve Marguerite said...

wonderfully divine, truly made my day. thank you!

Anonymous said...

"I even thought they had paid two ladies to be the wicked stepsisters"

So did we all - it was the hats that did it! Although I see that Harry later hitched a ride with one of them so those teeth must count for something.

London Escorts said...

very funny :) i see you had such a good time

rachel said...

so funny :) thank you!

Bri said...

I think I found Dolores!

http://cheezdailysquee.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/bab75c23-f2fd-4a95-b6d0-72c69e3cb82b.jpg

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