Yesterday I was invited to a Sunday brunch to celebrate the birthday of an adorable one-year-old little girl.
It was held in CAV at the Fort, which is nice for adults but not exactly a kid-friendly place, with the wine and champagne bottles and all.
But then, I quickly realized that the party wasn’t exactly kid-friendly either. It was for a one-year-old, but she was going to be the only child at the party. “Adults only brunch to celebrate the first year birthday of XXX,” read the very stylish invitation.
“This is the first time I’ve been invited to a child’s birthday party with no children,” I said to someone.
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But then I quickly realized the benefits of an “adults only children’s birthday party.”
First, you can have a truly pretty and picturesque party with great food, and with no children throwing cupcakes across the tables or screaming and kicking on the floor with yayas trying to pacify them.
I’ve been to lots of children’s parties where the hostesses with the mostest try to do and have it all.
They have separate buffet set-ups for the kids and the accompanying mothers and fathers; oftentimes they even so very graciously have the usual orange juice for the kids and lots of champagne on hand for the adults.
Everything is still photo-perfect, but of course there is also so much running around and screaming about.
Basically, the usual parties are full of children having fun like children.
At the party yesterday, there was very cool music playing in the background, delicious adult food — think leek quiche, smoked salmon frittata and seafood pasta — and lots of champagne and some incredibly delicious drink.
The drink was made of real mango and peach slush mixed with champagne.
Boy, was that mango, peach and champagne drink good. I am so going to serve that at my next dinner party.
So we adults had an incredibly civilized and relaxing brunch.
We were able to enjoy the food, have uninterrupted conversations, and generally enjoy a pleasant Sunday.
We were also able to appreciate the birthday celebrant so much better without other cute kids competing for our attention.
What a nice idea.
Of course, this only worked because the birthday celebrant is one year old and she couldn’t really tell the difference between a party with other kids or without other kids.
It was all the same to her, and, frankly, so very smart of the parents.
No yayas, no other kids. Just a restaurant — actually a wine bar — full of adoring adults enjoying themselves, and one birthday celebrant who kept changing clothes like a fashion plate.
And just another day in my never-ending, and never-endingly eventful Travelife.