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Monday, April 03, 2006 · posted at 2:52 AM

jam session. As a girl, you attend a lot of slumber parties growing up. Your best friend's, your classmate's, your own... even the one of the girl who you secretly don't like and hope will have to do something embarassing during Truth or Dare...

The appeal of slumber parties for a prepubescent teenybopper goes beyond the rescindment of curfew, the giggling over teen heartthrobs, the freezing of training bras that no one could yet fill, and the eeriness of ghost stories.

What made slumber parties great was the opportunity for quality talk. A time to share secret hopes, dreams and fears in the dark during those last few minutes before sleep overtakes you.

Okay so at age 11 your biggest fear is probably never getting breasts or worrying about whether Jenny told Joseph to tell Billy to tell Thomas that you thought he was cute. But still, somehow lying there in the dark in sleeping bags that smelled like camp made it so much easier to confide all the things you needed to say but were too chicken to do so while fully awake.

Sure, now we have convos over cocktails and try to emulate Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda as best as we can, but is it really the same? Your girls may crash at your place overnight, but it's now literally to crash drunken on the floor after a night of partying. Talk about quality time.

And while the warm, fuzzy feelings from slumber parties can transcend the great gender divide, "sleepovers" take on a whole new meaning with boys... unless of course, this is the guys' idea of a bachelor party.

Is it so wrong for grown-ups to have slumber parties? Okay so definitely the term "slumber party" has been sullied by creepy invitations to Neverland from the Michael Jackson camp, but we can't let one (insert any one of numerous Michael Jackson jokes here) ruin it for everyone. I know someone who just threw a pajama-themed party, so clearly I'm not the only one reminiscing for days of yore.

Thus I implore you - let's bring the slumber party back. Stock up on brownie mix. Practice being stiff as a board and light as a feather. Dust off the tarot cards. Inflate the air mattresses (there are no rules against modernizing...).

And when you do, I'll be there... footie pajamas and all.



	Monday, April 03, 2006 · posted at 2:52 AM jam session. As a girl, you attend a lot of slumber parties growing up. Your best friend's, your classmate's, your own... even the one of the girl who you secretly don't like and hope will have to do something embarassing during Truth or Dare... The appeal of slumber parties for a prepubescent teenybopper goes beyond the rescindment of curfew, the giggling over teen heartthrobs, the freezing of training bras that no one could yet fill, and the eeriness of ghost stories. What made slumber parties great was the opportunity for quality talk. A time to share secret hopes, dreams and fears in the dark during those last few minutes before sleep overtakes you. Okay so at age 11 your biggest fear is probably never getting breasts or worrying about whether Jenny told Joseph to tell Billy to tell Thomas that you thought he was cute. But still, somehow lying there in the dark in sleeping bags that smelled like camp made it so much easier to confide all the things you needed to say but were too chicken to do so while fully awake. Sure, now we have convos over cocktails and try to emulate Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda as best as we can, but is it really the same? Your girls may crash at your place overnight, but it's now literally to crash drunken on the floor after a night of partying. Talk about quality time. And while the warm, fuzzy feelings from slumber parties can transcend the great gender divide, "sleepovers" take on a whole new meaning with boys... unless of course, this is the guys' idea of a bachelor party. Is it so wrong for grown-ups to have slumber parties? Okay so definitely the term "slumber party" has been sullied by creepy invitations to Neverland from the Michael Jackson camp, but we can't let one (insert any one of numerous Michael Jackson jokes here) ruin it for everyone. I know someone who just threw a pajama-themed party, so clearly I'm not the only one reminiscing for days of yore. Thus I implore you - let's bring the slumber party back. Stock up on brownie mix. Practice being stiff as a board and light as a feather. Dust off the tarot cards. Inflate the air mattresses (there are no rules against modernizing...). And when you do, I'll be there... footie pajamas and all.	Recent Posts Zhongwen ke. I recently went to a Mandarin class ... "And come to think of it your eyes are different. ... XXV. Today I am a quarter century old. And what ... Getting Off on FeminismAdmittedly, much of my frus... and how many subscriptions do you own? There's not... Contradictory victory. I love group word games. ... Legano, ni legano...is gray area. At Gene's weddin... What's the number for 911?Q: How many emergency ve... I am dreaming for a purpose. ~ Innocent, Night... sh*t or get off the pot. Heather Graham's new sitc... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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