Mama-Palooza

My mothers' club put on quite the rockin' "Pretty in Pink" party last night, nothing short of an 80's themed Mama-Palooza.  Since it was so God-awful hot, I didn't take any pictures to protect the hot and sweaty partygoers.  When was the last time you had a Bartles & James shooter walking into a party?  It's been a while, for me at least.  

They really did it up with bubble-gum-pink balloons everywhere a la Molly Ringwald.  The hostesses had also set up six TV/VCRs set up alongside each other,  each playing a different favorite 80's flick -- "The Breakfast Club," "Sixteen Candles," "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," "Saint Elmo's Fire," and" "Less Than Zero."  An 80's girl at heart, it was tempting to stand there awestruck all night watching them unfold, but I settled for chuckling at the hilarious movie quotes scattered around the buffet tables.

Meanwhile the DJ was spinning (not literally, it is 2008 after all) some great 80's tunes -- Prince, Howard Jones, Culture Club, Def Leppard, Modern English, and Madonna.  My night was complete once I heard "I'll Melt with You" and "Wild Thing."  The dance floor (usually used as a driveway) was hoppin' with mommies galore gettin' down.  It was like a high school dance with the women bee-bopping away as the men stood around trying not to think about how incredibly hot they were.  I guess since the husbands have seen their wives through labor, they could handle watching them dance like a pack of high school girls just fine.  One husband aptly filled out his name tag as "Rebecca's husband" because he knew that was the only way that people would know him.  A wise man, that Rebecca's husband.

Rock on, mommies!  You've still got it.

LibbY