A few months ago, freshly graduated and unemployed, I spent several days laying around waiting for my friends to get back in town or someone to please please please call me back for an interview to some menial job or another. Needless to say, I ended up watching a lot of TV, especially since it was pouring down rain the entire time. Eventually, I ran out of good TV to watch and began flipping through the On Demand menu and fell to a low I never thought I’d reach: multiple episodes of MTV’s 16 and Pregnant.
During this onslaught of mind-numbing programming it suddenly occurred to me that every single one of my good friends had managed to escape this fate – we were all baby-free college graduates. And suddenly my heart swelled with pride. As invitations for weddings and baby showers began to clog my mailbox, I started to think. Shouldn’t we also be celebrating our own, non-marketed brand of good fortune? I needed a party to cleanse my palate of congratulatory Hallmark cards.
Thus: the Thank GOD I’m Not Pregnant Party.
It's hard to find favor boxes for a party like this. Dutch mints and condoms go well together, though.
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