Sleep Over

"Will you come to our sleep-over?" She asked me excitedly.

"Yes!" I replied without hesitation.

The sleep-over was organized by Megan, one of the owners of the restaurant I work at. Her husband was out of town on business for the week, and she invited the Franktuary ladies over for a good old-fashioned girls-only slumber party.

"Why are you having it on a Wednesday?" one of the cooks asked us, "that's the middle of the week."

"Because," I responded, "We are grown-ups. And when you're a grown-up, if you want to have a slumber party on a Wednesday, you can."

This is why adult-hood is awesome.

We planned on make-overs, truth or dare, manicures, and hair crimping, you know, typical slumber-party stuff. We ended up drinking wine, and eating junk food, and talking until late at night when we all got sleepy and went to bed. So, it was pretty tame by slumber party standards.

It's such a childish event, but it was really fun.

It's easy to experience isolation and loneliness in adulthood, especially before you start a family of your own. And even though we all have our own apartments, with our own comfortable beds, there was something comforting about showing up with a sleeping bag and pjs knowing you wouldn't be going home until the morning.

And just like when we were kids, we lay in the dark waiting to fall asleep, giggling. Even though we're grown women.

Am I tired today? Yea.

But, as Megan wrote in the email inviting us all over - Tiredness is just the price you pay for fun times sometimes.