Today call me Phun, as in iPhone Photo Phun! Yes, the rumors have proved true – I finally got an iPhone.
Too bad I have no idea how to use it.
Still. I rarely let ignorance define me. Or maybe ignorance is, in fact, my most endearing quality.
I selected an appropriate venue to surrender my iPhone virginity: Saturday night’s UCLA football game. It would be just like college except with my entire family present. Hooray!
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I’ll admit I was nervous (after all, my phone and I hadn’t even reached first base); but after a tumbler of wine I was ready to swing for a homerun. Or a touchdown. Or whatever.
(Go ahead. I promise nothing will explode. Probably.)
Recognizing that the word “limited” hardly does me justice, Jack and Karly took matters (and my phone) into their own hands to show me how it’s done:
Ever the eager learner, I tried again; but hit the power button by mistake and took the actual picture at the wrong time:
So Bill grabbed the phone and shot this while patiently describing the intricate procedure to me:
Eventually, everyone gave up on me. Which was just the lack of confidence I needed to channel my inner-Annie Leibovitz (shut up):
And I’m now happy to report that despite the initial awkwardness, my first time (taking pictures with my iPhone) was truly unforgettable.
After all – UCLA beat San Jose State, the Gardners ate a ton of crap and nobody ended up pregnant.