The baby shower on Saturday was a delight. Lots of friends showed up around 4 and the kitchen got way too hot for me as we were heating all the dinner dishes and people were crowding around the appetizers (my face was super red).Dinner was served at 5 and was a beautiful potluck of enchiladas, savory pies, an amazing Spanish meatball soup and lentil soup.
Around 5:30 Dave introduced the lay-out of the rest of the evening by interviewing me. Nope, no games. Nope, no baby food tasting. Nope, no gift opening.
He introduced Peter Sears, an Oregon poet and runner-up as Oregon's Poet Laurette this year. He read a poem about being a father to an infant. Next came John Morrison who read a beautiful birth poem.
Dessert was then served, my favorite part. So many options to choose from. I skipped the multiple cakes, poached pears and cookies and went straight for these amazing carrot cupcakes (baby likes carrots).
After dessert a lot of people cleared out and then Dave read a poem from his chapbook. Banjo Fiction was next, something the kids and the adults definitely enjoyed.
Except for a few friends, everyone left after that. I was exhausted when we finally got home around 10pm, but not too tired to open most of our presents.
The next day left me feeling like I had a big night out and moved furniture the day before. My body was sore and head was foggy.
We got lots of compliments about the party mostly along the lines of this email: "Way to not have a sucky baby shower. That was probably the coolest baby shower I have ever been to. Banjo Fiction was rocking."
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