Hearing the words sleep over as a child would instantly push my adrenaline. It didn't matter which relative it was I would be so jazzed that my bag would be packed at the door a week in advance. I knew that in my future was going to be a cheeseburger,(more) ice cream, a game or movie and most importantly...staying up late.
When I became a teenager and had a sleep over with a friend I was still just as jazzed. At this age for all new reasons. This time around I packed as my mom yelled from the door that she was leaving with me or not. I would throw some cassettes in the bag, my diary, my tooth brush, and what ever else I could find. We would read stuff from our diaries about boys or be bitchy about other girls. Always there was the section about how unfair our parents were.
I'm older now, still have sleep overs, still get just as jazzed. This time around there is alcohol, forbidden food not on the diet list, talk about our significant others or the lack of. Now instead of bitching about the other girls in school we bitch about co-workers, how our significant others couldn't hit the inside of the bowl with a target.
With any luck when I'm 80 I'll still be having sleep overs. This time around it will probably be talking about our dead husbands, the food at the hospital cafeteria, and how dental implants are way better than dentures. (less)