Eleven days ago, I was in chemo. Fifteen days from now, I’ll be in surgery. But tonight, I had a break from thinking about all that. I kissed my boys goodbye, climbed into my friend Stimey‘s minivan, and went out for the night.
In fact, all across the DC metro area (and a little beyond), blogging moms donned Baby Brewing t-shirts (thanks, Kristen!), put on a little makeup, and hi-tailed it down to meet each other at a local, um, drinking establishment. We danced around the canapes (and some of us even mentioned Canape!). We had cocktails (and some of us even wore shirts to that effect!). We talked about trips to Petroville, to Parentopia, and how odd it was to just be away from the little monkeys for a night. We talked about tweeting and meeting in Second Life. We talked about day jobs and night jobs and dirty jobs and, well, potty training, which has to rank right up there with the dirtiest of jobs. We cooked up some good ideas for saving the world … or at least helping moms with little ones stay or return to work when they’re ready. We didn’t read, but we did snag swag from the lovely Devra, who shared copies of her book on Mommy Guilt, and Graco, who sponsored the evening’s refreshments and slippers to take home and relax in. We had a fabulous time with some fun-loving friends, checked out a new Graco product, and marveled when they sent a pregnant blogger home with the amazing new Sweetpeace soothing center (it’s like a bouncer on steroids, people!). We were not so well behaved. Well, okay, we were actually very well behaved, but maybe that’s because we had a Gunfighter there with us. We chronicled the night with mental notes, pictures galore, and promises to meet up again before BlogHer. What a great night.
Many thanks to PunditMom for organizing the party! We had a blast!
Check out the shirt, people — you’ll see it again!
Oh, and one more thing.