At first glance, the bridal shower invitation that arrived in the mail a few weeks ago looked relatively normal. It was for a shower for Aubrey, the fiancé of J.’s oldest friend, Andrew, whom he’s known since grade school. But then I noticed the start time. Ten-thirty. In the morning. And then there was the fine print: It is a Skype shower. As in, the bride-to-be will not actually be physically present at the shower. She’ll be at home, in the Philippines, watching us watching her as we celebrate her impending nuptials from 9,000 miles away.