Baby loves disco

Alice groovied on down in a real nightclub in the early hours of Sunday...afternoon, that is. We went with our old ante-natal class (long suffering Dads too) to Slide nightclub in Darlinghurst and averted our eyes from the real party goers, queuing for the club across the street (who didn't look as though they had been home since at least the night before - possibly longer). The theory is that nightclub space by day could be earning money so why not rent it out to people who will never make it there by night. Namely, parents of very young children.

I didn't think that the rest of the family would enjoy it that much - indeed, tickets bought in early August were only revealed to Stu within the last fortnight when another, conflicting arrangement was proposed. The price of them was only revealed as we were parking up outside. Alice has traditionally fought shy of events with lots of adults getting in the way of her socialising with other kids so I thought she might sulk. I also feared that it might be one of those sad events, where I get all morose that Alice would have more fun if she would walk on her own*

In the event, Stu and I couldn't fail to enjoy ourselves because of Alice's sheer delight - baby did indeed love disco! She was delighted by the music, the dancing, the flashing lights and the 80s/90s tunes. Most of the music was catchy but really anything with a beat got Alice up and grooving. Little friend Lila and Alice did their best bopping when "Girls who like Boys who like Boys like they're Girls" was playing, which I thought a bit questionnable (relating to the DJ's taste rather than the girls') but were equally happy with the Abba and Elton songs that flooded the speakers for most of the afternoon.

By the end of the afternoon, we were all exhausted and the club was as it might at the end of any "sesh" - the floor was sticky, the music got a bit rubbish, the lights came up... There were a few more feathers and cartons of organic apple juice knocking about and a few less men in dark corners (we are talking Oxford Street here), but otherwise looked in just the same state at 4pm as it had probably looked at 4am that very morning.

Dancing with Dad - just warming up at this point






Singing along to one of her faves





Shaking her feather boa on the dancefloor

God bless her, doing the Crocodile Rock, complete with sound effects and actions, "Snap!"

She demanded entry into the "Chillout" area, where there were books and children reading quietly, but found more feathers... And then a song she liked came on...

We popped to the bar for a drink, but even there, there was just too much fun to be had to sit still...

Happily dosing off in the car on the way home...thanks for the memories.


* Current walking status - holding our hands and walking faster than we can while doing so, completely solid on her feet, but still not quite letting go!