I say good for them. I have a personal policy that if adults are drinking, children shouldn't be there. This includes boozy Sunday brunches and weddings. And yet, at every semi formal/black tie wedding, someone shows up with an infant. It's kind of awkward.
In New York, it's become politically incorrect to tell people not to bring their kids to events. At some point, though, common sense needs to kick in. There's nothing wrong with being a parent and being social. You have to get out and about. But I can't expect people around me to be totally responsible, especially when bottomless Bellinis are involved. So I leave the boy at home, with a sitter or with Tom. Just like my parents did when I was a kid and they went on business trips. I spent plenty of time with sitters, relatives -- and one time, a long weekend with the dentist -- when they were out of town. They had fun where ever they went, and I had a little adventure.
So kudos to the crawfish people for alerting hipster parents to leave their swaddled papoose at home. It translates into a better event for everyone dropping $100 to go.
