Yet another one of my fearless friends has ignored my consistent warnings of the perils of procreation and as a result is now expecting her first child. And to celebrate this event, a party was thrown. Yay! Parties!
I will say that I've now reached the age where I'm afraid I will be cajoled into attending events such as these at least tri-yearly. That is- everybody and their mother is having a baby. And not that I don't enjoy such events, because as aforementioned, any event that supplements socialization with good food is somewhere worth going. And I, you know, love these people. Mostly. However, I do not delight in baby showers with the same amount of (drunken) zest that I do weddings.
So for a few hours I relinquished my son to the care of my mother so I could fawn over other children and eat my weight in bean dip. I enjoyed both. Thank you.
Look, a baby to nibble on!
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