We're going to start this post off with a big pimpin' endorsement to Cool Mom Picks.
Why? Many reasons. For one, the site is an amazing resource for moms who are looking for cool, new products to make their lives easier. They focus on non-mainstream products and services, particularly those from indie or emerging designers and mom/women-run companies. Go subscribe to their newsletter here.
That's why I found myself last Friday night in an East Village karaoke bar with 25 other awesome mommy bloggers who all happened to be in NYC for the weekend. To celebrate the occasion, the Cool Mom Picks ladies rented out a private karaoke room and asked me to come party with them. How could I resist? 25 mommy bloggers, me, and an open mike? Sign me up!
I should have known how things were going to end up when, within minutes of entering the room, I found myself singing Britney Spears' "Hit Me Baby, One More Time" with Kristen. Several hours and many vodka shots later, LOD and I found ourselves singing a Kenny Loggins duet. Things get a little fuzzy after that but I have a vague recollection of singing Oasis' "Wonderwall" and clearing out the room.
Ladies, if there are any photos or videos of this out there, please burn them immediately. I am the worst kind of karaoke singer. I sound like a dying frog with asthma yet I have absolutely no inhibitions. My apologies to any of you who had to witness this in person. However, big thanks to Liz and Kristen for hosting such a fun evening.
Now, BossLady, Peanut and I are headed off for a little vacation. Since one of my oldest friends is getting married this weekend at this amazing resort on a private island, we've decided to take some extra time to enjoy ourselves.
I plan on spending my daughter's entire college savings in an attempt to set the record for "Most Spa Treatments Done in a Single Week." When the concierge from the resort called me yesterday and read me the full list of spa services, I just said, "Yes." After all, when else am I going to get a Thai Kalapa Volcanic Earth Clay Spa Ritual? Or a Milk and Honey Body Wrap? Shit, I think the only treatments I turned down were the prenatal massage and the margarita pedicure.
Lest you worry that I not be engaged in more masculine pursuits, I'll have you know that I'll be singlehandedly carrying two enormous pieces of luggage, a stroller, golf clubs, four tennis rackets, thirty-five Disney DVDs, twenty Dr.Seuss books, two stuffed animals, and a hyperactive toddler who thinks I'm her personal horsey. By the time the plane lands, I fully expect to have a pulled groin or a herniated disk. Hell, maybe I will get that prenatal massage.
Anyway, since those damn spa sessions never begin on time and since I expect to have a few free moments between cocktails, I thought this would be a good time for a MetroDad Mailbag. We haven't done one in a long time.
So go ahead. Ask me anything you want. Leave the questions in the comments or shoot me an e-mail. As always, we'll cover anything from the personal to the inane. As always, the weirder, the better.
By the way, quick question for all my male readers out there: Does the Bacon Bra make you hungry or horny? I'm asking for purely scientific purposes, of course.