As you know, I really excel at feminine-minded tasks. Like using my t-shirt as a napkin and snapping at my husband when he changes the channel from a WILD CARD-SECURING RAYS BASEBALL GAME just because it passes the four-hour mark. It was no surprise, then, that I would be in charge of throwing one of the girliest events in the history of event-planning: a baby shower.
You might think that a bachelorette party would top this list, but if you plan those correctly, no one can see straight after the first 30 minutes. So no one could possibly judge the wilting flower arrangements or how the linens aren’t the same shade of yellow as the chair skirt or wonder why the party is at Beef O’Brady’s. (Dear Leah, I am not throwing your shower at Beef O’Brady’s. Don’t you worry.)
Luckily, the little nugget is a boy, which gets me away from all things pink and frilly. Because pink, frilly things make me feel as dizzy and queasy as hour five of my bachelorette party. Not cute.
I thought Pinterest would be more helpful. Maybe I’m getting too distracted by all the posters ridiculing people for their poor grammar. Also, most everything on Pinterest requires you to actually gather craft supplies, follow directions and re-create something. Um. The only thing I DIY is my morning coffee. After that, I let every possible convenience and short-cut predict my life. So, please keep your paper maché off my inspiration boards, thankyouverymuch.
So far, I have lots of bulleted lists on Word documents. Not much can move forward until the location is finalized. (What? You can get me the Avila clubhouse on the cheap? Sold!) But, believe it or not, I am so incredibly excited about this par-tay. My li’l bestie is all knocked up, and this could be the last party that does not involve screaming children beating each other with balloons for the next 18 years of her life. So I better get it right.
Oh, and I’ve known her since we were four, she is the first of my close friends to have a bun in her oven and she is the only non-family member to visit us in Virginia. No big deal. Except that clearly she is family now.
I am relatively baby illiterate, so if you have any thoughts or tips or have actually done this once in your life, I’m all ears. I’m leaning towards the Sushi & Beer theme, but I’m not married to it.