Last weekend I was forced to attend a wedding shower with my girlfriend Kelly, whose sister is getting married. I had previously thought that this type of event was only for girls, but was informed that this was a joint wedding shower, not a bridal shower. Therefore, men are also invited. WOOHOO. Not only did I have to pass on tickets to the ball game with my buddy, I had to sit around and make small talk with all of their relatives on a perfectly good Sunday afternoon. Just when Uncle Chester was about to explain to me for the 28th time that the Internet was really his idea, and was stolen by Al Gore, I noticed a group of gentlemen huddled in the corner. As I looked closer, I noticed that a small screen was the focal point. I agreed that, undoubtedly, the real genius behind the Internet had come from Uncle Chester, and politely excused myself.
As I approached the huddle, I began to hear the sounds of a baseball announcer! My girlfriend’s brother Jack was holding what looked like an iPhone, and the very same game that I was supposed to be at was on the screen. I discreetly grabbed a beer from the cooler and found a spot in the huddle.
“Dude, good call on bringing the iPhone,” I said to Jack.
“Oh, its not an iPhone,” he replied, “its an N8 Mini TV phone, Kelly got it for me from some Chinese manufacturer…works great though.”
It was at that moment that I knew I wanted to marry Kelly. My team won the game, I survived the wedding shower, and Kelly and I are now engaged. I know that I will have very little say in what type of shower Kelly and I have. However, I do know that if men are invited, Jack and his TV phone will be there.