Despite common belief, I have never attended a slumber party that consisted of scantily dressed women and pillow fighting. Unless you count elementary school, but it that case they were girls, and not women, and I wore things like Dad's vintage BYU football t-shirt as a nightgown. (The same one that I wear with pants in present time). I am still a fan of slumber parties.
The ones of yore were a little stressful for me as I was shy and concerned about fitting in. Not so concerned to the point that I wouldn't try out my own little fashion experiments like wearing coolly designed band-aids on my denim shorts. I was a fashionista even then, slightly misguided as I was. (Gracie randomly asked me the other day why I like fashion so much...apparently the little girls comment on that every time they see something cool and different, that I would like it because I like fashion). Need I remind you all that I was trying to fit with the girls wearing LA Gear and Guess matching short suits, you know the ones. And I put band aids on my cutoffs. Those slumber parties were not so fun considering that dynamic and the scary stories about china dolls who came to life after dark and had nails that grew really long and then they killed people with them. That was a long night for me.
I like the slumber parties of my later adolescence and adulthood better. Seriously, there is something about girl time that is definitely unique in of itself and just gets me all excited. Perhaps that is because I lived with a bunch of girls. Who didn't go to sleep. So pretty much every night was a slumber party in our house. Given all this, the lack of slumbering in slumber parties pretty much puts me in my element.
Last night, around midnight, Nellene and I crawled into Ashley's bed and gabbed until Sally finally made it home and then we all gabbed some more. This coming Friday will yield the ultimate slumber party with some of my very favorite people. Sleeping under the stars, good food, and good girly fun. Nothing like a bunch of grown professional super cool women having a sleep over to make the summer all it can be. I might just have to start a pillow fight and wear the BYU t-shirt as a nightgown for good measure.