Last weekend was the first time in a long time that there was a big party that everyone was going to, and I didn’t go. In school on Monday everyone wanted to know why I never showed up and I told them the honest truth; I just wasn’t feeling to party. It got me thinking about how social highlights have changed for me as I’ve grown up. I remember when I was young the most eventful part of my weekend was having a sleepover.
I was a late bloomer. In more ways than one, but in this particular instance I was a late sleep over bloomer. I moved into my house when I was about six years old. My sister and I were very pleased to find that there were two boys living right next door that were just about our age. This was just after the ‘girls had cooties’ era and a little while before ‘boys are cuuuute’ faze, so the relationship the four of us blossomed was completely platonic. So platonic, in fact, that they would often invite us to spend the night at their house after a day of wrestling or mud sliding (my sister and I weren’t the most dainty of little girls…) We were even allowed to sleep in the same beds as them. Suffice it to say, I couldn’t do it. It got so bad that I would wake up at the same time every time I tried, and make their parents walk me home. (It was literally just across a tennis court, but it was dark and there were monsters… duh) Soon enough their parents got sick of walking me across a tennis court every night so I was told to just sleep with them. Yes, sleep with my neighbours’ parents. So I would climb into bed with them, and I had to sleep in the middle because I rolled a lot and I would fall off the bed. One night I got into bed with the parents and woke up to ask them to take me home, only to find that the sun was up and they were making breakfast. That was the first night I ever slept away from home.
After this sleepovers became, as I said, the highlight of my weekend. But I was still a little different from everybody else. I was that one little girl that would be saying “But guys, this is a SLEEP over! When are we going to go to SLEEP?!” Coming to think about it I’m surprised I ever got invited back. It was probably because once I did fall asleep I was easy to mess with and I often woke up with stuff drawn on my face…
Nowadays I still have sleepovers with my friends. I find they just make me feel old though. On a normal night one of two things will happen. If it is a Friday night I will get ridiculously tired ridiculously early and start to drift off as my friends and I are talking. It gets so bad that just to appease them I will keep talking in my sleep so that they won’t figure out that I’ve fallen asleep. I never make any sense though, so they always know. If that doesn’t happen I might end up being the last person asleep and I will find myself lying awake in the bed thinking ‘what do I do now’ as my friends are snoring next to me.
Come to think of it, maybe I should just stick to going to parties...
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