I frickin hate traditional baby showers with a passion...but the friends kept pestering me, so I finally agreed...but only if they promised to do it my way.
Really I have no patience for sitting around pretending I think pregnancy is the most awesome thing ever...it fucking sucks, but the end product is pretty cool. I had no intention of thanking people for giving me crap I don't need or want...so I told them to leave the breast pumps and bouncer seats at home...the invitation just requested that you bring yourself and a ton of singles.
So of course there were strippers (because no party is fun without strippers)...let me tell you, bikinis and bibs? ACES! And seeing grown women sucking on pacifiers is a lot sexier than you'd think.
We did play that game where you can't say "baby" or you get your diaper pin or whatever taken away...only we didn't have any diaper pins, so if you said the word "baby" you had to remove an article of clothing (I lost my boots and a sweater).
We also played that game where you guess what items are in a bag by feeling them, but instead of baby related items, there were items that lead to the making of the baby.
In conclusion, outside of the decorations, this really didn't have shit to do with the baby...but it sure was fun.
10:14 p.m. - 2005-03-06
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