Sleepover birthday parties. Do you remember?
Seems I don’t.
My daughter is having a group of girls spend the night tonight to celebrate her birthday.
It will be them and me out in the cottage out back.
Help.
I’ve gathered up all the catalogues and magazines I’ve let pile up and along with the online world at my fingertips — I should have a grand time.
We’ll see.
I was trying to remember what we did on sleepovers as a girl.
We are going out to eat. I’m sure we did that.
They are going to have popcorn and watch movies. Now the movie part probably didn’t happen because back when I was in grade school, movies were only things experienced on a large screen in a dark room with lots of folks. Not watched by yourself in a screen the size of a 3 x5 card.
I spent the night out lots. Yet no specific memory remains.
Other than standing in front of my friend’s stereo while she pulled out an Elton John album. AMAZING. For that would have entailed her mom taking her to the mall record store. Then her mom bought Captain Fantastic. My mother would have looked at the cover and freaked.
That’s my only memory from a sleepover. Woo.
Well, that and when girls were at my house and the same young Captain Fantastic lass went to get my mother in the middle of the night because we were having a seance. Trying to lift my “dead” cousin by each holding two fingers under her.
I’m not sure I remember or that throughout the years my mother has so talked of being summoned in the dead of night to see my cousin stretched out dead on the bed that the image branded in my mind.
No.
For whatever reason, I only have vague notions of not wanting to be the first one asleep to avoid my pinky stuck in warm water (though we never did that) and usually some Drama Island orchestrated by a few mean girls.
This looks to be a meangirl-less bunch.
And nary a Ouija board in sight.
Do you have specific memories of any sleepover? Could I have blocked it out for some dreadful reason?
Boredom perhaps?
Omg! No Oiuji boards!!!
I have an embarrassing memory. I was sleeping over my friends house. She had a very cool house..otagon in shape and she has a single size waterbed. The bathroom was shaped like Harry ptters lightening scar and has button in the wall to turn on the water.. Flush the toilet. I loved sleeping over there. Well one morning we woke up and her mom was making pankcakes. She put down a dish before me so i dug in… Years later my friend told me the plate was holding pacakes for the entire table, not just me. And I ate them all. I wasn’t embarrassed then, because they didnt say a thing, but now, when I think back on it, I’m mortified.
Thanks so much for sharing that Ginger. What a great story. Every time I fix pancakes I’ll get a chuckle remembering. I thought about fixing pancakes this morning. But I quickly dismissed it and went out for doughnuts instead.