Last night at the Granades’ house, it was my turn to bring the alcoholic beverages of the evening. After placing my contributions in the fridge, I walked up behind the Granades and said in a stage whisper:
“I have the Internet in my pants!”
After much laughter, this became an oft-repeated phrase of the night. I was, of course, referring to my new Treo 600.
It was funny later when Jeremy’s phone rang. He has musical ringtones, and his choice of late has been Europe’s “Final Countdown”. I waited until he had finished the conversation and said, “While I have the Internet in my pants, Jeremy has Europe in his pants.” Much laughter ensued.