Monday, January 13, 2014


Sleepovers
The thing about sleepovers is they stop being about sleeping after a certain age. They start being about drinking or boys or drinking with boys. When we were little the idea of staying up late at a different person’s house terrified us. When we got older the idea of boys and alcohol scared us. But we faced our fears with pillows and sleeping bags and later with spin the bottle and cheap vodka. This didn’t come without its embarrassing moments. Unfortunately for me it involved a lot of puking. First at my friend’s house in the first grade and a bad cause of the stomach flu and later on the white carpet of my best friend’s house with the help of wine coolers and vodka. We used these moments and the friends we trusted to face our greatest fears: the dark, being away from home, using the substances we were always told we shouldn’t, kissing boys we were told to stay away from, sneaking out of houses we were supposed to be in. They were a part of growing up and although some of us skipped a few steps we all have our good memories (and our bad) from our sleepovers. 

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