I don't have a good excuse as to why I haven't done this thing in years. Seriously. No excuse. It's more fun than putting a monkey in a wetsuit, but still. It's been at least twenty-five years since I've hosted a slumber party with both Tata and Banana.
That's right. I had my homettes over for a slumber party.
And it was awesome.
Of course, it would be hard to not have an awesome time when your day began by adding cheap Halloween candy and booze to your slumber party shopping cart at 9 a.m.
Oh, and a bag of avocados. 'Cause we're all about being healthy around here.
No. Not really. T and I just love guacamole. We're kinda fanatics about it.
Food (and booze) aside, the slumber party went almost exactly like the sleepovers of my youth. Which is to say that we watched John Hughes movies and Banana fell asleep somewhere around 9:15.
In Banana's defense, she'd been up since 4:30 that morning and had suffered through her second grade class' Fall party for an hour and a half. Homegirl was tired. She begged us to quit bugging her so she could take a twenty minute power nap.
We obliged.
After twenty minutes had passed, we woke up our beloved Banana by squirting her with icy cold water from a spray bottle.
T and I thought it was hilarious, but Banana was (shockingly) quite annoyed. She stayed annoyed for approximately thirty minutes before she fell asleep again.
That girl is a party animal.
We had a great time reliving the slumber parties of our youth, one party in particular: the first time all of us watched the John Hughes classic Sixteen Candles at Banana's house.
Her dad rented the VHS tape and settled into his recliner to watch it with us. The girls and I found the movie both educational (hmm … this is what high school will be like) and hysterical, but Banana's Dad wasn't what I would call a super fan.
The most memorable part about watching that movie (and the part we recreate at every opportunity) are the uncomfortable grunting noises that Banana's Dad made during the Caroline Mumford in the shower scene. He followed his uncomfortable noise fest by demanding "What's this rated?" in a completely outraged voice.
Us 6th Graders found this hilarious. Us thirty-nine and forty year olds still find this hilarious.
'Cause we're mature that way.
Our maturity followed us to the breakfast table the next morning where we greeted my husband with a Long Duk Dong inspired "What's happenin' hot stuff?". And we may have smacked our hands on the table and yelled out "The Donger needs food!" until breakfast was served.
In other words, we were the very definition of maturity.
Just like we were in school.
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You no what totally sucked about this Saturday morning?? I didn't have Corey making me eggs to order like last Saturday morning!! Super-fun; we need to do it again!!
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Agreed! I think a slumber party every couple of months is a great idea.
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