Last weekend, twenty-eight of us took off to the woods for a big-girl sleep over.
Confession: We stayed at an inn instead of in a tent.
We’re all authors, so it would be impossible for us to breathe if we couldn’t plug in. Fingers flew over keyboards for forty-eight blissful uninterrupted hours. Not much sleep happened, but we did make up for it with chocolate! (There’s good common sense in there somewhere.)
I remember my teenage sleep-overs, when we’d talk about guys, guys, and more guys. We’d throw our sleeping bags on the floor, stare up at the dark ceiling and recall that sweet kiss, that almost date, and that shivering slow dance. We’d laugh hysterically at each other’s moments of terror or embarrassment, until whoever’s bleary-eyed mother would pop her head into the room and tell us to Get to Sleep!
Which we never did.
Good bonding times.
How about you? Did you or do you still have those cozy sleep-overs with your friends? Any particularly memorable times?
I’d love to hear from you. And as always, thanks for stopping by.