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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