Ok, first of all--not lovin' the Google takeover. My dashboard is all weird and it's going to mess up all my cute little 8th grade bloggers. They'll try to log on and it will send them through all kinds of rigmarole. Grr.

Anyway, boy did I have an interesting weekend. You see, it all started a couple of weeks ago when Brenna was talking about how she wanted to have a slumber party, but my mom has a firm 2-3 friends-only slumber party rule, and Brenna was saying, "But I'm friends with ALL the girls in my class," and I thought to myself, What is a big sister for, if not to throw all-out birthday bashes? So I volunteered to host her birthday slumber party, to which she could invite ALL her friends and leave no one out. (For those of you who are not familiar with my school, a class generally consists of about 30-40 people, so "all the girls" means about 16.)

So. Fast-forward to Friday night: picture me, in the basement apartment of my parents' office, surrounded by mounds of salsa, Christmas cookies, pop, chips, and pizza; Hilary Duff blaring from the speakers at full blast; Pirates of the Caribbean II playing on the TV; and ten pajama-clad 14-year-olds in full slumber-party mode, bouncing off the walls.

And let me tell you, Jr. High slumber parties have not changed much in the past ten years. Judy Blume is still fully applicable. Of course you have the opening of presents and the eating of snacks and the watching of movies. But there's also the standard sit-in-a-circle-and-tell-everyone-who-you-like drill. (And of course "NOTHING YOU SAY WILL LEAVE THIS ROOM"). There's the call-all-the-boys-we-know-and-pass-around-the-phone-and-giggle ritual. One must play the hit songs of every teen pop idol and dance around and sing. And much more.

At some point in the midst of the madness, I curled up on my inflatable mattress and tried to go to sleep. And yes, I succeeded... for awhile. But I woke up when they started the movie. And when someone randomly screamed. And when they made smoothies. And when someone else squealed. And when everyone else had gone to sleep but they forgot to turn off the TV. And finally, at about 8:30 am, when the parents started arriving to pick up the midnight revelers.

So, suffice to say, my Saturday was comprised mostly of lying on the couch staring dully at the television, wondering if I would ever feel like a human being again. Oh yes, except when I heard a knock at the door, and opened it to find a guy that I knew in high school but haven't seen since, who had come over to "catch up" and found me, unshowered, bleary-eyed, in my pajamas, looking like death on toast. "Come back tomorrow," I said. "I'm not feeling particularly well." 0 comments

Wednesday, December 06, 2006