So last time around, I missed writing about a new thing that we did for the first time. We went to a stand-up comedy show at The Improv in Schaumburg. We went to Anthony Jeselnik's show (those who watched the Roast of Charlie Sheen on Comedy Central should know who he is) and it was amazing. Non-stop jokes with a dead pan expression kept the audience in splits throughout the show. He even picked on someone from the crowd and made us realize never to mess with a professional. The woman who got singled out surely learnt her lesson. One thing with these comedians is that no one and no event (however tragic) is off-limits. Case in point, a joke about Casey/Caylee Anthony.
So to use the second of our 3 coupons, we watched another show, this time by Greg Behrendt. The profanity-laden show was just average, clearly not the bar set by Jeselnik. And we are still debating on whom to use the final tickets on.
So this past week, we had a baby shower for V & S. S, mainly. The surprise party was well thought out, well planned and very well executed. We had the party at our place and if you read my last blog, the white-board of a home that we have, we had turned it in to quite the colorful setting that a baby shower is expected to have. At my behest, we still have most of the decorations still in place. They will remain at least until May. Most glorious and unabashedly funny moment was when we asked V to give a speech and he started off by saying, "I am touched". That was enough ammunition for the rest of us to go off on him. Plus with him wearing the tiara and the "Mommy-to-be" sash, the "touching" moment did feel very very awkwardly funny. While I have had my share of games over the years, S (we have a lot of asS's in our friend circle) introduced us to a new baby-centric game where (I swear this is the last time I am writing this) we actually had to smell brown stuff inside a diaper and figure out what it is. Before you say cuss me out and not visit this blog anymore, I assure you it was chocolate inside. But, that is the closest we are going to a diaper in like FOREVER. I am glad I got to share this moment with you and ruin your dreams of how to raise a baby.
So with the Superbowl tomorrow (please GOD, let the Pats win), a party is on the cards. Off we go to downtown and by the time the game is over, I hope to be in a better place and carry over all the smiles to work the next day.
And now the sole purpose of this post (really, I had to write a blog this week just for this)...Ladies and Gentlemen, A special shout out to one of my readers and good friend {well not that good a friend, but still ;)}...the better half of A..mommy to S..chaddi-buddy of K...the one, the only, T......HI TANU!!
Next week: A valentine-special blog dedicated to another one of my loyal readers (Hint: It's not K).
So to use the second of our 3 coupons, we watched another show, this time by Greg Behrendt. The profanity-laden show was just average, clearly not the bar set by Jeselnik. And we are still debating on whom to use the final tickets on.
So this past week, we had a baby shower for V & S. S, mainly. The surprise party was well thought out, well planned and very well executed. We had the party at our place and if you read my last blog, the white-board of a home that we have, we had turned it in to quite the colorful setting that a baby shower is expected to have. At my behest, we still have most of the decorations still in place. They will remain at least until May. Most glorious and unabashedly funny moment was when we asked V to give a speech and he started off by saying, "I am touched". That was enough ammunition for the rest of us to go off on him. Plus with him wearing the tiara and the "Mommy-to-be" sash, the "touching" moment did feel very very awkwardly funny. While I have had my share of games over the years, S (we have a lot of asS's in our friend circle) introduced us to a new baby-centric game where (I swear this is the last time I am writing this) we actually had to smell brown stuff inside a diaper and figure out what it is. Before you say cuss me out and not visit this blog anymore, I assure you it was chocolate inside. But, that is the closest we are going to a diaper in like FOREVER. I am glad I got to share this moment with you and ruin your dreams of how to raise a baby.
So with the Superbowl tomorrow (please GOD, let the Pats win), a party is on the cards. Off we go to downtown and by the time the game is over, I hope to be in a better place and carry over all the smiles to work the next day.
And now the sole purpose of this post (really, I had to write a blog this week just for this)...Ladies and Gentlemen, A special shout out to one of my readers and good friend {well not that good a friend, but still ;)}...the better half of A..mommy to S..chaddi-buddy of K...the one, the only, T......HI TANU!!
Next week: A valentine-special blog dedicated to another one of my loyal readers (Hint: It's not K).
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