Ghetto Baby Showers

[lil_sunshine]

Ladies and gentlemen of GC, is there anyone that has attended a ghetto baby shower in the past or as of late? Well I have, and have I got a story to tell y'all!!!! Let me warn you, it's gonna be kinda long.....

The ghetto baby shower that I attended was on Valentine's Day (how perfect is that?). It was for a "friend" of mine from JHS. This is her first baby and she had gotten married earlier that day to her baby daddy. It's her second marriage, and I hope this guy's the one.

Back to the shower. My friend (her best friend since elementary school) and I got to the expectant mother's childhood home (she lives in DC and the shower took place in my hometown; she drove up for the wedding and shower) at about 7:00 PM. Mind you, it was supposed to start at about 3:30. My friend asks said EM where the guests were. EM replied that nobody had gotten there yet. WHAT?!?! I'm standing there like and wondering when the guests were supposed to be arriving. Just to let you know, she's the youngest of like 10 kids, she's 26, and she's Jamaican. One of her older sisters went to my high school and we were both on the cheerleading team. I saw her and said hello and she began to tell me that she named her daughter after me (our names are spelled differently, but sound the same) and throughout the whole thing kids kept calling her name and I kept looking around to see if the rugrats were calling me. I found a good seat on the loveseat conveniently placed in the dining area and decided to keep it for the night. About an hour or so later, the guests began to arrive. The guests only consisted of her family, with the exception of me, my friend and another girl we knew from JHS. This girl (I'll call her Vicky) called to me from across the room asking if it was me and mispronounced my name. I corrected her and let her know that it was me. When she came to my side of the room, she mispronounced it again. Then I almost hit the roof, but I calmed down when I realized that I'll never see her again so it won't matter what she called me.

Now back to the fam. Most of them didn't bother to bring gifts (yeah, I peeped that), but some of them surely were up in the kitchen getting drunk as skunks!!! My friend (I'll call her Kim) was walking around the shower talking to all of the family members (being that she knows all of them) and left me alone to fend off the BAD AZZ KIDS that were running throughout the house destroying stuh, fighting each other, and all kinds of mess.

The only good thing about the shower was the FOOD!!! The games were kinda cheesy and..... well, the whole shower was just CHEESY!!!! Kim said that she could've thrown a much better baby shower for the EM at her house and she would've gotten a LOT more gifts. The games they had were Baby Nursery Bingo, the game where you couldn't say "baby" or any word meaning "baby," and if anyone did, you could take their clothes pins, the game where you measure out a string or something (in this case, they used toilet paper; HOW GHETTO IS THAT!?!) around the EM's belly, and whoever gets the closest wins. Now you know how you're supposed to measure around the stomach first and then everybody measures out their piece to see if they win. Why was this game all backwards. Everybody measured out their toilet paper and then put it around the EM's belly to find out if they won (mine was two TP sheets longer than her actual size) and there were a few that did, but come on, the confusion over who won was too much. When I found out that I didn't win, I stopped worrying about that game.

With the Bingo game, the first time it was played, there were like five or six people (including myself) who'd won, but the girl who was conducting the game (the sister who named her daughter after me) said that we had to do it over because a bunch of people were saying, "Bingo." I took this to mean that the family didn't plan for there to be more than one winner and was too cheap to buy more gifts in the event of this occurring. When she began the game again, someone else won.

The cake was a white angel food cake with buttercream filling fom Costco (this was the only food I didn't like) and the sister with the daughter with my name said that she was trying to get rid of the cake (she probably already knew it was nasty) and gave me like two big pieces (thank goodness I forgot to take it home from Kim's house).

And to top it all off, when me and Kim were on our way back to her house (I was spending the night), we couldn't get a cab and had to wait an hour and a half before one of EM's brothers drove us. He said that he would've driven us originally, but his truck was trapped in the driveway by someone else's car. When me and Kim got in her front door, we collapsed on her couches and fell asleep after about ten minutes or so (we had to take off our clothes; they were kinda uncomfortable ).

And that is my GHETTO BABY SHOWER STORY. I know y'all have some stories to tell, so share it!!!!!!!!

ETA: EM's best friend (valedictorian of our JHS graduating class) decided not to show up (I know this b/c she called) because she had a hot date. Now given, it was V-Day, but she could've at least showed up for an hour or so, gave a gift, said congrats and been on her merry way. Now THAT is totally TRIF!!!! And oh yeah, she didn't come downstairs for at least two hours after me and Kim arrived. Kim suspects it was b/c she was in the bathroom crying her little eyes out about WTHWGO!!!