It's Raining (for) Men
Yeah, okay. I wanted to have this post be about the shower, but I'm tired of the word "shower" so the title, albeit both broadly reaching and subtly gay, is my attempt at cleverness. Moving right along...
It is a known fact (among those who care) that I hate HATE hate showers. I will go to them if they are for people I really like. Or coworkers. Yesterday's shower was of the non-traditional variety. Somehow they managed to capture the best about showers (i.e. cake) while avoiding the worst (i.e. games involving the playing of games). And I had a really good time, until just now when I saw the pictures. Ugh. I was formerly proud have having lost 36 lbs (now 39). Seeing the pictures makes me realise that, like a 1000 clowns at the bottom of the ocean, is only a good start.
Things Most Showers Have That I Hate Which Were Not At This Shower (Besides Games):
1. People talking endlessly about their own horrible pregnancies, deliveries and the malformation of babies of friends of theirs. Just because you brought the poor woman some diapers doesn't mean she should have to hear about your cousin Julie's delivery-room nightmare.
2. Vegetable trays with that "dip" which is really a runny dressing and won't stay on your veggies. You are then left with a mouthful of carrot that tastes exactly like carrot. Ugh.
3. Coworkers of the honoree whom you've never met before but seem boorish and make you understand exactly why the honoree hates her job.
4. Some grown person wearing a baby bonnet around in an attempt to bring levity to the torture that is the shower experience.
5. One really elderly person who can't hear what's going on, doesn't remember or care about any of the people she was introduced to and whom you hate because she gets to be exempt from The Dreaded Games by (probably feigning) being asleep.
Things This Shower Had That I Loved Which Were Not At Other Showers I've Been To:
2. Aunt B.'s discussion of Chicagoy and what that would entail.
3. A conversation about the Serial Killer Grudge Match between Illinois and Indiana. They have Gacy, we had Manson. Who wins?
4. My husband
5. Lots of people I really enjoyed talking to
See, this is how you should do a shower. I've decided that should I ever fall pregnant, I'd like a co-ed shower. Lydia suggested throwing me a poker tournament shower. I think that'd be ideal because you could send out invitations which say "He poked her, so we're playing poker." It'd be funny. Unless we were adopting. Then it'd just be weird.
Anyway, I loved seeing everyone again and I'm happy for the Sarcastros: Mama, Papa and baby Sergio.