I love baby showers for many reasons: 1) I can "ooooo!" and "ahhhhh!" to my heart's sentimental content without fear of being seen and ridiculed for being the gushy girl I am, (2) the ice cream, (3) I love being around others who are equally or more gushy than me, (4) the silly baby shower games are fun, (5) the ice cream, (6) I enjoy meeting new people, (7) I love dressing up for parties, (8) ice cream, (9) it's an honor to be invited to a celebration of a new life!
As much as I love baby showers, I felt a little nervous about going to this one. Other than the two mutual friends my pregnant buddy and I share, I wouldn't know another soul at her shower. That in itself is fine, but I am not good at remembering names when I'm introduced to 3 or more new people, and remembering people's names is important to me. I know how much I like it when somebody remembers my name, and I like to think that by the relatively simple act of remembering a new person's name, I can pass along that warm fuzzy feeling.
As I was getting into my car to head over to the shower, I had a wild fantasy that name tags would be dispersed at the event.
Guess what? My fantasy came true. Partially.
I arrived to my friend's mother's home with gifts in tow. After hugs were exchanged and introductions made, I was directed to the name tag basket. I was told to pick out a name tag and three diaper pins and given the instruction that if somebody called me anything other than the name on my tag, I could claim one of their baby pins. Of course it followed that if I called a person by a name not written on their tag, I would have to relinquish mine. The woman with the most diaper pins at the end of the party would win a prize.
I rummaged through the names. Silverspoon, Onesies, Pacifier, Teddy Bear, and Play Pin are all very fine names--obviously names denoting proud lineages, breeding, and good genes--but the name for me was the one that made me laugh.
Please allow me to properly introduce myself:
That's right! I'm Burping.
However, there is no need to worry, for I didn't have garlic for lunch.
3 comments:
Coincidentally, I also went to a baby shower recently where I knew about 2.5 people, but we didn't get to play such a neat game!
And I also love the ice cream. (or in this case, it was the tiramisu. )
Did you play the "guess the diameter of the pregnant lady's belly" game?
We did, and I won!
I knew there was a reason why I felt a special kinship with you, Sara. (Well, besides the fact that you brought frozen custard to our blogger dinner!) We're both frozen dessert lovers!
Long live frozen dessert lovers.
It was a really nice day, MT.
P.S. 27 days and counting! :)
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