We danced, we laughed, and we shook our little booties (big and small) this past Saturday at the Minneapolis Baby Loves Disco event. The event itself is a great idea, offering a club like venue to dance and play in. It brought back memories of my former bar-hopping nightlife with the hip-hop music, bubbles and disco lighting. The funny thing is, now that I am older and a parent - once those nightclub lights come up full blast - those bars really are a nasty, dirty place. The dimmed, sexy mood lights mixed up with a couple of drinks makes everything look dreamy. Turn up the lights, add the clean parent syndrome, and those vodka stained love seats and gummed up floors turn rather dismal quickly. The last photo really is the image that speaks the most truth about the exhausted disco loving parent, just switch out the mixed drink for a juice box and you still get a passed out dude in the corner.
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