Last night I sent Shank and his future bride a wedding gift. I was telling my wife what we got them and my wife said thatÂ’s all fine and dandy but asked what I wrote on the card.

IÂ’ll admit that IÂ’m walking on thin ice with things like this. I have enough class to know whatÂ’s appropriate and whatÂ’s not, but I still freeze up.

She was reading my mind, obviously, because just moments before, I was upstairs staring at the blank field where I was suppose to write something wondering what the hell to do. My natural instinct is to write something funny. Or obscene.

IÂ’m not a touchy feely kind of guy. IÂ’m not one of those guys that hugs other guys all the time. IÂ’m not afraid of turning gay or anything, itÂ’s just that I grew up in the firm handshake school. When I grew up there wasnÂ’t a lot of hugging in the family, even with women. I think a lot of it had to do with putting on airs. IÂ’m pretty sure my family was preparing me for a Princeton education where proper fellows didnÂ’t show emotion.

Once when we were in Los Angeles we went to see a band at a well known club. My wife was talking to some friends and when she turned around there was a guy hugging me. He was the lead singer of the band, and as such, he was wearing arm length opera gloves with the fingers cut out. So she turns around and there this guy with opera gloves hugging me and she has no idea who the guy is but thinks itÂ’s hysterical. I was nonplussed, but I had officially been hugged by a friend. I would have rather been hugged by the guyÂ’s girlfriend who was a hotty. ThereÂ’s always the chance sheÂ’ll squeeze your ass and then wink at you when she breaks the embrace, but it didnÂ’t look like that was going to happen. Neither did the Princeton education, but thatÂ’s another story.

All that was some years ago. Friend hugging has now encroached upon my life in a huge way. ThereÂ’s way too much hugging in the world. I donÂ’t like hugging my friendÂ’s wives. I donÂ’t like kissing women on the cheek. I donÂ’t like human contact at all unless itÂ’s with my wife or my kid. Or a hooker. Okay, so IÂ’m exaggerating, but you know what I mean.

Meanwhile, my old lady still wants to know what I wrote on the gift card.

“I think I wrote ‘best wishes’.”

“That’s totally wrong! You’re supposed to say or write ‘Good luck’ to the groom and ‘Best wishes’ to the bride. You should have written both. Don’t you know anything?”

Apparently not. So, Shank and Mrs. Shank, Good luck and best wishes on this joyous occasion.

***Update***

IÂ’ve just been chastised for getting it wrong again in this post. Apparently, itÂ’s:

To the bride, best wishes, and to the groom congratulations.

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