I know everyone is sad that Christmas is over… as am I… but unfortunately we do have to move on. I have been reflecting lately on why Christmas doesn’t seem as magical as it did when I was a kid… and the only logical answer I can come up with is that adults work. Aside from all of our wonderful teachers (bless their hearts), I don’t know anyone who is getting 2+ weeks off to play with new toys and stuff their faces with Christmas desserts. (At least that’s what I remember doing over Christmas break). But also… is there a more perfect time for a sleepover?
Seriously. I remember elementary and junior high Christmas break as being prime time for sleepovers. Stay up until 6:00 AM on a Monday night? No problem… no school. The most taxing thing I will have to do on Tuesday is write my name in bubble letters with my new glitter gel pens. I think I can handle it.
I have been to some pretty fantastic sleepovers in my day, but the best sleepovers… the most memorable sleepovers… had a few staples.
– and/or extensive polished rock collection. I mean, if you have a rock tumbler, obviously I have extra interest in your slumber party. I will be there with bells on. And by bells, I mean a pillow case full of rocks that I need polished up.
2. Cheesy Teen Dramas
You really can’t invite a bunch of creepy 12 year old girls over without having a romantic chick flick on deck. 10 Things I Hate About You, Now and Then, She’s All That? Check, check, check! Seriously, we would go nuts for Freddie P. And is anyone else still dying to know how Christina Ricci duct taped her boobs down every morning and then peeled it off at night? Sounds awfully painful. But I wouldn’t know. At 12, I was just happy to have graduated out of my Minnie Mouse training bra.
|Gangs all here!|
Close your eyes, point, and….how else would you randomly select a number to prank call!? Of course, the selection was limited to a few pages of our small town. Busted on a long distance prank call? I think not.
This came later, of course, but it was nothing short of revolutionary. Game changer: simultaneously talking to all of your crushes. And maybe even under the alias of a friend’s profile!? Junior high girls: the original Catfishers.
And yes, in case anyone is wondering… I am back to work today and dreaming of having a 90s sleepover. Granted, life is pretty wonderful right now- but who wouldn’t go back for one night?!
Especially when you can end up looking like this.