Monday, December 29, 2008

Party with my Belly

My Finnish DJ friend hosted a show at the Vegas version of Privé the evening following Christmas. I hadn't seen him or his wife since the music conference in Miami two years earlier, so I had no intention of missing his performance in my backyard. Sweet has patiently endured the trashy pop and trance tunes that so frequently blast from my car stereo that I figured s/he would either sleep soundly or decide to make a slightly early appearance as Mommy shook her tooshie on the dance floor.


In a room full of slender, pompous 20-somethings, I can only imagine the sneers my buxom, 9-months-pregnant belly must have garnered. In fact, as I pushed Sweet awkwardly through crowds of drunken, dancing suits, the bouncer not-so-kindly denied my request to leave through a roped-off exit (I feigned discomfort in an attempt to break the rules) saying "maybe you shouldn't be here." He was right - not because my unborn child and I couldn't handle the multitude of people or the body-vibrating bass, but because one should never have to stomach such a pretentious scene on orange juice and water alone.

Regardless, it will make a good story to tell the little one when I'm in dire need of "rock star" points, because Lord knows I tossed my cool out the window somewhere along Route 40.


Namaste said...

loves it. your kid is going to be so much cooler than my kid (some day).

Barbara said...

I keep hoping to hear that Sweet has arrived. Please tell us when she makes an appearance! And good luck -- just keep breathing and all will be well!

mackyton said...

Seems to be a cool party. Dance parties are amazing and so was ours. Our party venue was booked by Jame and it was just amazing. Everybody praised his choice of quality caterers and exclusive menu. Self-photography done by our mate saved some budget and also got candy Chocó chips at discounted rates.