Henry and I went to Baby Loves Disco at Trocadero's in the North Loop. I don't know how it's pulled off in other cities, but this was a fantastically organized event. After paying our $12 entry fee we went inside to find a huge spread of delicious snacks and a full bar. My friend and I were the only ones drinking adult beverages, I guess everyone else wanted to get home safely? I don't know.
There was a bubble machine, a dance contest, hip hop lessons, balloons, goody bags and valet parking. What's not to love? You and your offspring get a wristband with a matching number, so you are assured that no one else leaves with your kid, just like at Chuck E Cheese. Oh, and the venue is super clean. Well, it WAS clean, until a few hundred kids started doing the electric slide and smashing goldfish crackers into the floor, but it was void of that scuzzy bar feeling that can really ruin a baby/bar event.
Naturally, there were a few dork moms in capri pants dancing and singing. And a few sour-faced moms whose definition of having a good time is disciplining other people's children. I despise disco music and luckily for Henry it wasn't called Baby Loves New Wave, because I would have like totally embarrassed him with my dance moves.
Henry hated it, mostly, as he does anything requiring participation, but after a few too many cookies he started doing the white man in a chair dance.
And then apparently a song came on that he really liked, because he ran up to me and asked me to hold his stuff (an armful of toys and books that he was hoarding) and started, um...break dancing?
All the kids were doing it. It's a natural ability today's children are born with, I guess.
We stayed until almost the end and then it started to really smell like poo and we left.