It started with that first sleepover, maybe at your best friend’s house. My first time lasted a good 2 hours; my parents drove me to my best friend Amberly’s house for my first overnight stay and I was on the phone soon after: “I want to come hoooooommmmme.”
She was really mad at me.
Many times sleepover parties were in celebration of birthdays, but as we got older we did it more for the bonding experience. Freezing our underwear, talking about boys, playing Truth or Dare….
The amount of kids at a sleepover seems to function as a bell-curve. When you’re young (say, 6) it’s customarily just you and one or two friends. From around 8 to your pre-teens, the group grows exponentially. But from roughly 13 or so and older, it tends to be just you and one friend. This is when sneaking out and drinking your first beer usually happens.
David and I listened to the CUTEST story this afternoon on Weekend America. Jonathan Menjivar and Hillary Frank slept over with two groups (boys and girls) two years ago and detailed the “inner workings” of their nights. You must listen! It will take you back.
And, David…..Lord, he couldn’t help himself. He had to join in as the girls sang “Sk8r Boi.” It seems that I am still having sleepovers. Every night. At 29.