What do you do when half of your friends are blokes, most of your friends are through with the “baby” stage, and all of your friends love a good party? What else but skip the usual hometown shower and throw one riotous and rockin’ celebratory do!
After weeks of planning, days of prepping, and two-hours of preemptive napping, The Nubbin Party kicked into gear on Saturday night. And was it ever a blast.
Contrary to my “no games at the baby shower” rule, I actually created a couple for the night. The “Guess The Sexes” game had people drop pennies into the jar they thought was right: Girls, Boys, One of each, or …
In the dining room, we had the “Name the Nubbins” station, which soon became a roving party game. Suggestions included everything from “Joey and Roo-Paul” (love the Aussie nod!) to “Ricky and Julian” (non-Canadians can get the reference by checking out the Trailer Park Boys TV show). Some standouts:
Okay, so that last one is what we call them *now*.
The house was packed, food and drinks were plentiful, and I made it all the way through to 1:30 a.m. before having to crawl into bed, leaving the party stragglers to their blurry conversations about heading to Sonny’s for burgers, which is always better in theory than practice. Especially at 2 a.m.
The biggest upshot of having a massive party like this? After a winter spent in near-hibernation, and before a summer spent in near-permanent lactation, this was a chance to laugh and celebrate with some of the people who make us feel so very blessed. We be lucky, my yes.
(Just quietly: It is a little hard, though, to have parties like this surrounded by my husband’s lifelong friends, and be so far away from my own homeland buds. Ah, I miss you guys. xoxo)