Continued from Part I, here.
Now, part of the whole schtick of Baby Loves Disco (mentioned here) is that they are held in the "hippest nightclubs." As I said more than once while I was there, I don't think I had been in any nightclub since Z was born, hip or not. (Someone, please, remind me if I am cooler than I remember!)
Regardless, there are a few challenges to holding a children's event in a club-setting. The organizers did a fine job of baby-proofing the interior, but decor of the club (The Rock and Roll Hotel) was hard to cover up. Given the age group, this probably wasn't much of a concern, but I thought it was amusing, so I took pictures of some of things that I thought one wouldn't find at, say, Gymboree.
When I mentioned this to Brad on the way home, he told me that he had covered up a sign for a band called "Holy F*ck." (The asterisk was not in the sign though.) And Zander can definitely sound that one out. Now, I'm not a prude (although I did just use an asterisk for a perfectly respectable vowel), or at least I don't *think* I am. Up until this point, I was truly more amused than offended. But, had I seen the "Holy F*ck" sign, I might have been offended.