I was going to bore you with all the details of my weekend in one entry, but I think I'll spare you and bore you with just one story.

Sunday was BJ's baby shower. It was supposed to be a "couples" baby shower, which means that boys are invited too.

I'm sorry, but I think that's a really dumb idea. Baby showers are traditionally for women and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. We can play dumb games, drink punch, eat cake and talk about baby-related stuff quite nicely on our own. There is no need for boys to be present.

Needless to say, D was not very excited about attending the shower, but he would have gladly accompanied me if I'd wanted him to, because he's cool like that. I let him off the hook because my mom was also attending the shower, and I didn't see the need to torture him unnecessarily.

My mother and I were the first to arrive at the shower. BJ's mother, her older sister and grandmother greeted us warmly. BJ's younger sister, W, we were informed, would not be attending the shower. Her ferret had escaped into the neighborhood, and W was at that moment scouring every yard and surrounding street in search of it.

Though BJ and I have been friends since 7th grade, our mothers never really grew close. The extent of their contact consisted of friendly waves from the car when they dropped us off for sleepovers and whatever. Also, BJ's older sister, J, and I were never close. She's only 4 years older, but she always seemed to be sooooo much older than BJ and me. She got married when I was still in high school, I think.

My point is this: My mother and I and BJ's family are not close, and this made for very awkward conversation. My mother and I gamely attempted to keep the conversation rolling, asking about BJ's due date, the baby's birthstone, what the baby's room will look like, etc. But Jesus, there is only so much you can find to talk about with strangers if they don't contribute. And I don't know what the hell to ask about babies, anyway, not being a mother myself, and not ever even having babysat. At certain points you could practically hear the crickets chirping, it was that bad.

Finally BJ's mother's best friend showed up. "I can't wait until more guests arrive," I remember thinking to myself. "Then we can eat and play games and concentrate on that."

Except, NO ONE ELSE EVER SHOWED UP.

Isn't that your worst nightmare?? To throw a party and have no one show? It was so, so sad. BJ even remarked at one point, "No one loves me." Oh, my god, it was hideous. I remember thinking, "Even W has something else she'd rather be doing." I mean, I know she was really torn up about the loss of her pet, but geez, she could have shown up to her own sister's BABY SHOWER.

Of course, we made the best of it. We played the games BJ's sister and her mother had planned, though I'm sure the competition would have been a lot more thrilling with more than 5 people playing.

I hope that by the time I have a baby I'll have accumulated a ton of friends to force into coming to my baby shower. If you're reading this, chances are you'll be one of them. Hahahahahahaha! Unless, of course, you live in another state or country. And then I'll only force you to ship a gift to me.

Kidding.