Yesterday I went to a Baby Shower. And yes, I’m typically the girl that enjoys baby showers as much as I do grocery shopping–a necessary evil that sometimes just has to be done whether you feel like it or not. But every once in a while–like when Trader Joes is handing out free samples and I run by and grab 3 and feel like I got a whole snack for free–I enjoy myself more than I thought I would. My friend Bianca’s shower would fall in that category. It was gorgeous, the food was amazing, I had a great time hanging with my friends, and they actually got creative with the games and livened it up a bit. This totally made up for the amount of times I had to oohhh and ahhhh over a set of bibs or clap over a bag of diapers.
They did stick to one old faithful baby shower game though. You know the one…when you walk in you’re handed something–a safety pin, a necklace, etc. –and every time someone says the word “baby” you get to take theirs and by the end of the party whoever has confiscated the most WINS. As soon as I was handed my beads, the first words out of my mouth were “ugh. I hate BABY shower games. I always lose at these stupid things.” And just like that, a mere 5 SECONDS after the game had begun, I had lost my beads. Or so I thought…
Because they were still in the process of handing out beads, it was determined I could keep mine and the game would officially begin after everyone had theirs. Awesome. So about 5 minutes later I catch someone else saying the forbidden word and score my first pair of additional beads. And that right there, ladies and gentleman, is where the tide turned. This was now a competition and I had decided I wanted to win it. So, for the next 3 hours I carefully thought out every sentence before it came out of my mouth, eavesdropped on conversations I wasn’t a part of, and plotted my way to victory. There was not one moment of that party where I wasn’t aware of the competition I was involved in. Why? Because I like winning. Because I love competition. And because once I set my mind to something, there really isn’t anything that can deter me.
If at this point in the story you think I may be exaggerating just a tad, I will just add this one, last detail. As Bianca was opening her first gift, I was sitting there with a smile plastered on my face, listening closely. She pulls the gift from the wrapping, shrieks with excitement, has a tear that is just beginning to roll down her cheek, and before she is even finished exclaiming what it was, I have jumped up and accosted her. It was a BABY________. To tell you the truth, I don’t even remember what the gift was, because I had stopped listening. Yes, I ruined the first gift, of her first shower, for her first baby. :/
But I won. (hopefully she forgives me.)