We had a baby shower for Maria today. My in-laws arranged for it at
the Vassar College Alumnae house, the same place Maria and I
married. I was a bit preoccupied the last time I was there so I didn't
appreciate how nice a place it was. It sure trumped the usual casual
catering and homey situation. I think people had a good time.
When the women began with the gifts, I gathered up the guys and
trooped over to the Julliet Billiards for a few games of pool. Great
idea. We enjoyed ourselves. The ritual of the baby shower is a rite of
passage, I suppose, or a form of hazing. None seem to like doing it-
going, “ooooh” and “ahhh” over the tenth plush toy or onesy- but they
have to and they'll be damned if they're going to let anyone get out
There is a lot of stuff. It wasn't until I packed all of it into the car
that I realized
that this kid already has more things than I do. Who knew you needed
all this just to have a baby? Not me. If I were a little (more) crazy I'd think it was
a plot by the maternity-industrial complex to force parents to buy crap goods.