A few weeks ago, I remembered I was a mom (I generally just think of myself as a person with a kid) and that Mother’s Day was coming into view. “It’s your first Mother’s Day!” several people would exclaim over the following weeks, with absolutely the best intentions, not at all in an effort to make me break out into a gentle sweat. Images of tulip-studded tablescapes laden with chintz porcelain and various egg iterations flooded my brain (in each of these fever dreams, I am also wearing a purple sundress and a simpering pink lip, for some reason).
As someone who typically prefers not to be celebrated (I skipped most of my own Star Chefs Rising Star Sommelier celebration several years ago due to what I would later understand is diagnosable social anxiety), I realized I now had to contend with another day in which I might be plopped in a chair and spoken to at length. I shuddered to think, and then wondered if there were any other moms who felt the same, unspeakable way. “Find them. Find your people,” my lizard brain demanded.
And so! I came up with a possible catchment system for other moms who would generally prefer not to have brunch. Mom’s Night Out is a little evening moment for those of us who would perhaps like to acknowledge what a wild and wonderful thing we did when we 3D printed a human, but prefer low lighting and oysters to eggs and twee floral design. Let us come together for a few hours on Sunday night, chitchat about our kids (and/or other things because we are whole beings with interests and desires beyond how many poops bebe had today), and drink Champagne. Because whatever my hangups about being the center of attention, I do probably deserve the ceremony of acknowledgement.
Mom’s Night Out was at least a little inspired by this Scissor Sisters track.
Please join me (that can probably be read a little desperate for accuracy). I think it’ll be nice, and we already have a little more than a dozen moms signed up. We’ll have drinks and food starting around 5:00, and we’ll be done by 8:30. You can kinda come whenever you want. And I’m giving you flowers, but, like, interesting ones.
Grab a ticket and get more info here. Let me know if you have any questions. Hope I’ll see you.
XOXO
Lauren
I’m so sad I can’t make it to this 😭😭seriously questioning if/how I could bail on my other plans…
Hey Lauren,
Read about you and Rebel Rebel four years ago in Saveur magazine. Love your moxie and your taste in wine. It's on my list to get up there. I live in Jersey. If you ever find yourself near Princeton, come see me @ The Princeton Corkscrew. (not the owner)