Here’s Brooklyn at You, Kid

Tonight we depart for a weekend of fun in New York.

We will visit trendy restaurants and neighborhood pubs. We’ll drink pint after pint of beer into the wee hours of the morning.

[Pop! goes the dream balloon.]

Ahem.

Right. That’s what New York visits used to be like. We’ll be staying with dear friends and seeing the rest of the crew on Saturday - fellow breeders all. Instead of barhopping, playing drinking games, holding long conversations and making stupid wagers, we’ll be chasing toddlers, gauging developmental milestones, comparing children’s television shows and changing diapers.

Some things will remain the same, but the context will be different. Brunch will be scheduled, but this weekend it will occur between the times breakfast and lunch are usually served, rather than at 2pm when everyone’s hangover has cleared. We’ll play some poker, but with baby monitors beside our stack of chips. The question “Who made that smell?” will still be asked, but this time the offender can credibly blame the offspring.

It should be a good time.