I get invited to a baby shower last minute.
At first I said no. Did my usual passive aggressive replies but ended up going any ways. I really didn't want to go. Mainly because I had lost contact with the girl that was hosting it since high school, and I felt slightly guilty for missing her wedding. But hey, I couldn't make it that day, I had work and I wasn't apart of the entourage so no harm. They got their toaster from someone else.
Aside from that, I heard Tiffany was going and after the last time we hung out, I don't want to see her for a long while. But she ended up not going, and after a couple coaxing, my friend Marisol ended up getting me to go.
The deal breaker?
The girl holding the shower, Pauleen, went to culinary school, and we assumed she would cook some kind of menu for her guests.
Marisol has always been an odd and hectic character. You don't know what she intends to do next, and she tends to blurt things out and do things on impulse. She's weirdly entertaining though. Today was no exception. The shower was supposed to be at six and we ended up getting there at seven because Marisol had to brush her teeth, buy subway for her grandpa, pick up a book from a friend and buy Pauleen a gift. We ended up getting Pauleen an Old Navy gift card, and Marisol had this random idea to get her some fudge with that gift card. Rocky road fudge to be exact.
We get to Pauleen's house and we are greetes by her deaf dad who oddly looks like Hulk Hogan. He rushes us in the house, like he was excited to wrestle or something. When we walked through the door, all these ladies with unfamiliar faces were all lined up on all the couches around the coffee table.
I looked around, and I noticed I was the only male there aside from the dad. That made me feel uncomfortable for some odd reason. And another weird thing was that I had all eyes on me for the most part, which made me feel all more uneasy. But I still had my hopes up. I learned that all these girls had all graduated culinary school with Pauleen, and I was expecting something out of it. After all, I haven't reached the kitchen yet.
We were lead to eat, and I was really kind of disappointed. All they had was cheap pizza and walmart sandwiches that were kind of dry. I don't mean to criticize the food they bought, but I really expected more from six culinary graduates. I wasn't the only one. In fact, Marisol was the one that spoke her mind on this one. So now I was at the point where I regret my agreement to accompany her to this shindig.
After that we started playing games. The first activity was a word scramble and we had to unscramble all the words on our cards. It was kind if hard. I could not unscramble hpacirmats into pharmacist, And cavicntoin into vaccination. And then we ended up doing sherades.
I literally had the attention on me tonight. I tend to speak my mind and every remark I made didn't go unnoticed. That being said, I was forced into being the first one to pick a card to act out.
I got the worst one, giving birth! I almost turned red, I acted it out and it was so mortifying! But someone got it right away. It was so embarrassing. I felt like a boy that snuck over a girls slumber party or something.
The girls made me mad with the sherades though. They wouldn't act anything out. But I don't think. Could really blame them. The things they would have to act out were like acting excited after a baby gives it's first smile, or getting spat on while feeding the baby. We ended up ditching the whole activity, so I won by default since I was the only one, and I had to pretend to give birth.
We also did an activity where we had to pin the pacifier on the baby. I was first to go, again. They blind folded me, spun me around and I almost stuck the pacifier in some lady's hair, in which no one told me I was going the wrong way. They just laughed about it.
After that, Pauleen opened up gifts and we had cake. She got about five baby bouncers and two sets of clothes. I think it would have been better if she got five sets of clothes and two baby bouncers. I guess it could come in handy. They'll have a baby bouncer in every room now. Each with different features too. That baby will live large.
After that we all went home.
I was relieved when everyone suddenly wanted to go home all at once.
Marisol and I sat in my car and reflected on the event. I told her never to invite me to a baby shower again. She told me it wasn't bad and blurted out "you were all popular!". I stuck my tongue out at her.
But really, I felt like the little boy that snuck through the window to crash a girls slumber party. I had everyone talking to me like they knew me and it was kind of annoying. Mainly because they all sounded the same and I would get these similar voices talking at me from all directions.
But this will be the last time I go to a baby shower.
Le sigh.
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You poor guy! I totally feel your pain. I live in fear of the day that one of my best friends gets married (thankfully, that possibility keeps becoming more and more remote), since she insists I will be her "man of honor". Just because non-str8 guys can be all sensitive and shit does NOT mean we can be equivalently exchanged into a woman's traditional role. I have been to 4 bachelorette parties, each one worse than the last. I've been invited to wedding and baby showers, but have always had a handy excuse not to go. I recommend the work excuse.