A Carrie Bradshaw Moment

Yesterday - 11:00am, I'm dressed and ready to walk out the door to a professional athlete's house for a baby shower. How famous is this athlete - well, his house is worth a measly $6.5 million... Anyway, I'm excited. I can't wait to see all the cute baby shower goodies, the fantastic outfits the wives always wear and of course, the fabulous house!

Note for those that don't know me - I'm a planner. I plan weeks (okay, maybe months) in advance. Suddenly I have school and work and I am blinded by things taking up my precious planning time. So now, I don't plan. On a Friday my mother will ask me what I'm wearing to XYZ event on Saturday and I'll painfully utter - "I don't know."

Because of this, my morning began with a hiccup...what do you wear to a baby shower when it's January (i.e. middle of winter) and 80 degrees out? After a deep rummage in my closet I found a navy blue cotton J. Crew dress that I have a fabulous multi-chain gold/turquoise necklace to go with - perfect.

My ride (another girl from the office arrives) and I realize I have to lug a 35 pound Fisher Price 'Zen' Collection Cradle Swing downstairs. And when I say downstairs, I really mean down a hall with several turns, down 4 floors in an elevator and another 50 yard walk to the visitor parking area - no small feat!. Note of clarification - my co-worker doesn't come upstairs to help carry this monstrous baby contraption because she too is 8 months prego.

I take a deep breath and bend at the knees. My darling roommate is in her silk pj's making coffee for her and her boyfriend, but kindly offers to help - no I'll manage I say with a fake smile plastered to my face. Without blinking she says, "You look like Carrie Bradshaw when she's carrying that baby gift down the streets of New York."

I want to cry tears of thanks - she just made my day! I say, "You are the best liar because that's far from how I look, but I'm going to leave with that comment in my head and I love you for it!"

Thank god for my roommate.

P.S. The house was unbelievable, the girl's outfits truly marginal and the number of custom favors and goodies were blinding.