On Sunday, the BossLady and I threw a baby shower for two of our closest friends. The husband has been one of my best friends since I was 13 years old and I was the best man at his wedding. His wife is truly awesome and she's quickly become one of our favorite people. Together, they're one of our closest "couple" friends so it was an easy decision for us to want to throw her a baby shower a mere two weeks before her due date. We thought we'd keep the whole thing casual and decided to have a Sunday afternoon barbecue/baby shower for a few close friends and their kids.
Holy crap! Little did we know that our apartment was going to be transformed into a massive daycare center. Originally the plan was to invite a few friends over for an intimate shower. Maybe just have 6-8 couples over and enjoy a leisurely afternoon of steaks, burgers, bloody marys and champagne. However, we forgot that everyone has kids now. So before we knew it, we had 16 adults in our apartment being completely outnumbered and overrun by 10 little kids. It was pure comedy.
Remember. We live in downtown Manhattan. We don't have a backyard. We've got a living room. And though it's pretty spacious by NY standards, there's nothing like having 10 kids running around to make it feel a lot smaller. But it was hilarious watching the kids go wild in our apartment. Before we knew it, the kids were all over the place, letting their inhibitions and imaginations run rampant. The older kids looked after the little ones. New friendships were formed immediately. Toys were shared and books were read together. The whole scene was absolutely adorable. All the kids were amazingly well-behaved. They were having a blast but they were always polite and mindful of not going completely bonkers.
But for me, it was astounding to look at all these great parents and reminisce about the fun times we've all shared together over the years. The mom giving her son a "time out" was the same girl who used to sneak out to Studio 54 when she was 17 years old. The dad wiping his daughter's face was the same guy who went a whole month without showering during the summer of '90. The mom kissing her daughter's boo-boo was the girl who used to love drinking cosmos and dancing on the bar. The dad singing "ring around the rosies" was a former Calvin Klein model at the age of 17. The mom holding her newborn used to throw wild parties where it always seemed by the end of the night that all her fashion editor friends were making out with one another. That other dad kissing his daughter's face all night? He used to be the guy who never wanted to go home after a night of debauchery.
It's funny. The amazing thing to me is not that they all turned out to be highly successful people. For me, that was never in question. Nor is it the fact that they all became such great parents. I never doubted that either. Looking around during the baby shower, seeing all the kids playing and thinking about all the great and memorable times I've had with some of their parents over the past 20 years, you know what was the most amazing thing to me?
I think that our most enjoyable times together are actually ahead of us.