Today we took Archer to the Knitting Factory Hollywood to participate in the newest, coolest, latest city-parent phenomenon, Baby Loves Disco. As the parent of a very shy little someone, who is not only sensitive to sound but to people, the thought of schlepping him to a DJ spinning baby-party was kinda nerve-wracking. Would he love it? Hate it? Freak the fuck out? Break-dance in the middle of the room and earn the respect of the people? I had no idea.
I also had no idea how I would feel about the place. I have a history of hating any organized parent/child playtime, thus was skeptical. My BFF and Archer's favorite non-uncle, uncle Frank, first attended Baby Loves Disco when it was fresh on the scene. (His boyfriend at the time had two kids.)
"Dude, Bec. You would not believe this place. It's like a rave for babies," He said. "You've got to bring Archer here."
"A rave for babies? What are you talking about?"
"It's dark and plush and there's a DJ and bubbles coming down from the ceiling and lights and everyone is happy..."
And he was right. Sure enough, we entered the joint to the
sound of screaming kids and music blasting from the DJ booth. Everyone
had their hands in the air and the kids in the hiz-ouse were wearing
their pacifiers and waving at the flashing lights with glee.
And it was awesome. Archer only took five seconds to warm up to the balloon-toting crew of toddlers. And I got to show off my super awesome dance moves. Running man, anyone?
Baby Love Disco, I praise you. Because I've missed dancing. And DJs. And two-fisting cupcakes after getting my dance on. And now I get to do it all again. Once a month. With my favorite dance partner.
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