So this past weekend went off with mostly no “hitches”. It was the BBQ, or Baby-que. No, we didn’t barbeque babies. It was a sly way to invite people to a baby shower who would otherwise shudder at the thought of attending one. It’s okay — I shudder at the thought of attending most kinds of showers, too. So when my friend Kelly offered to throw me one for our friends, I told her: only if the boys can come and there is booze. (Yes I realized when I said this that I wouldn’t be drinking any of the booze.) As I may or may not have mentioned, I used to be a bit more of a party-er, boozer, etc. Now, notsomuch (or at all I should say). I’ve had one helluva time adjusting to a lifestyle without social happy hours and patio hours and whatnot. This BBQ was a way to con my drinking friends into hanging out with me for one-last-hurrah before all of my conversations revolve around the color of my son’s bowel movements and the other strange things that only new moms find interesting. My friends from out of town all came in a various times- beginning with my best friend from high school (Dee) and her husband Wade (or Wayne) on Friday evening. We hung out on the porch and Kelly (TN friend) and Tim came over, and we all stayed up until well past midnight. I was shocked I lasted that long!
Saturday morning Dee and I went to get manicures and pedicures here in g-view, and it was awesome. We had plenty of time to get it done AND then have breakfast with the boys before we had to go back to the airport to pick up my friend Vanessa, who flew in from Chicago for the event. (I cannot stress enough how thrilled I was to have all of my out of town friends, IN town to see ME, all at once. I seriously can start weeping about it now if I think about it too much.) As soon as we had Vanessa, we picked up Kelly and the four of us hit the grocery store to get BBQ food and also the liquor store to get party beverages. At the grocery store I kept looking behind me to see three of my closest friends in the world all in-tow, all so different and met through different means. (Vanessa- grad school; Dee- high school; Kelly- neighbors) I imagine it’s how people getting married feel when they look down the line of friends in their bridal party. It’s a good feeling to be surrounded by those people. It just so happened that those people were surrounding me at Giant Eagle as we picked out meats for the grill. 🙂 Perfection.
I should tell you now that the drinking began around 2pm, and invitations said 6pm was the “start” of the party. If it’s sunny out, and there is patio furniture and booze on a weekend, most of my friends will just congregate wherever, even if it means getting dehydrated before the event actually starts. We all took turns prepping food and alcohol in the kitchen and eventually other people showed up and the party got “Started” with music and cornhole, drinking and eating. I had a hard time remembering to sit down and enjoy myself because typically (especially at parties I’m throwing) I’m preparing something or putting it away in the fridge, etc. I love being the hostess. I realized a few hours in that being the hostess while 30 weeks prego is very different from being the hostess while not prego at all. First off, when people say, “Sit down and take a break” and you’re pregnant, you’ll sit down and just….do nothing. No sipping on a beer or smoking a cigarette quickly before getting back to the hostessing. You just sit there for a minute. And patio furniture? Not the best solution for a sore lower back. Flip flops? Not the most supportive shoe for someone who’s belly is growing larger by the second. So parties are definitely better thrown when NOT pregnant- Noted.
At this party we had bbq shrimp, mini burgers and wings. We had salad and watermelon and pasta salad and taco corn dip. There was also strawberry cool whip cake and guacamole and salsa. It was a nice spread. People also brought their own beer, and we had a selection of: Cosmos, margaritas, martinis, brandy, and sangria available. G also had his drinking set of whiskey. Basically it was becoming what I would call a $hit $how earlier in the evening than what I thought. Then another friend brings in a bottle of Mango Vodka- someone introduces a bottle of Malibu Rum and I note to myself that NEVER has there been that much liquor at a party I’ve thrown. Yea, we always have a few options or bottles but never THIS many. I had to laugh…and cry a little that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the leftovers for another 3 months if I wanted to.
Anywho- I got some awesome gifts and the party was still pumping at around 11:30 pm, as I started to fade. Then a friend comes inside (to the couch where I’d parked my big ass for a while) and says, “Um- Mandy there’s a police officer here.”
Now- I’m no stranger to having the cops called on a party of mine. Honestly, if the cops aren’t called it probably wasn’t very much fun to begin with in my experience. So I waddle out to the front porch, where a (very short) police officer explains that he was called due to “a few noise complaints” and also “a gentleman wearing plaid shorts was urinating in the front yard.”
I tell the police officer that we’re “toning it down” and that it was “a baby shower that was obviously getting out of hand” and I apologized.
I went inside and around to the back to let everyone know that the cops had come and perhaps it was a good idea to calm it down. Another friend then helped me strongly suggest that it was time to move to the bars. (It was time for me to put my feet up and go to sleep.)
Now- how many people can say that the cops were called to their baby shower?!?!?!?!? That’s right. Not many. I can’t wait to pass that story onto our son when he’s old enough to know how to party.
Here are some shots of the actual event:
Also- I got a ton of amazing gifts- including a beautiful quilt,
our bassinett/pack-n-play thing,
and a t-shirt predicting our baby’s future (Mafia Accountant).
So that was the party. Thanks to all that came, put it together, and helped me clean it up. Now to catch up on sleep. 🙂