Sleepovers were exciting when I was a youngster. Hell, they’re still exciting. They’re not always comfortable, but no one ever promised comfort. They promised games, staying up way past your bedtime, pranks, and some tears (whether they were from laughing too hard or crying, there were always tears). The one sleepover that’s still vivid in my mind is my friend Kelly’s birthday party.
Side note: I do remember an instance from a sleepover at my house. One single friend was sleeping over with me and my cute little brother who was probably 4 came in the room wearing an over-sized shirt for bed. I asked my friend if she wanted to see something funny, and lifted up my brother’s shirt, revealing his belly and little undies. He was so sad. The next day my mom said that he asked her why I’m so mean to him. Ugh heartbreaking. The reason I remember this so clearly is because it literally scarred me for life.
ANYWAY Kelly was one of my best friends who, before I moved away, I informed that I didn’t want to be her friend anymore. I really knew how to make a clean break. She cried at recess. Why was I the worst child of all time? This sleepover was before that though. Everything was fine and I was invited to spend the night with other gals. Some I knew, some I didn’t.
I remember bringing a long fleece nightgown to sleep in for some reason, not thinking about how hot I would get wearing that while inside a sleeping bag. When I got there we ate and ran around the house–typical stuff when you’re a child hopped up on sugar. There was a token mischievous girl who liked to cause trouble, one who was really loud, and the rest were relatively normal. Excluding me and my fleece nightgown.
When the sun started to set, “Spice World” was turned on and we danced to the same two songs on repeat. All I have to say is God bless Kelly’s mom and dad. I fear the day that I have to host my child’s sleepover. By the third time “Spice Up Your Life” played, I was sufficiently drenched.
At around 10 or 11pm we started sneaking upstairs. I remember crawling in single file formation into Kelly’s parent’s room as they watched TV in bed. After a while they kicked us out. We were laughing pretty hard by that time so of course, minutes later we did it again. I said it once and I’ll say it again. God bless Kelly’s parents.
The next morning I woke up dripping with sweat from my poor choice of sleep wear. I was also exhausted from the night’s festivities. My mom would usually make us go to bed at 7:30 because she wanted to get rid of us. I don’t blame her though. Whenever I babysit for someone and they tell me that their kid’s bedtime is 9pm, I’ll roughly translate that to 7pm. It’s just a survival method. So yeah, since I was used to going to bed so early, I was pretty tired. However, if I woke up fully rested, it wouldn’t have been a successful sleepover.