The Slumber Party

Two nights ago I was a participant in a slumber party. There was no painting of fingernails or rolling of hair, and the television was not even turned on. Before you start thinking this must have been a dull party, think again. The three most essential ingrediants for any girl party were very much present... talk about boys... well one boy, anyway..., lots of giggling, and very little sleep. Tamarah, Mama and I spent the night at the Travelodge in Birmingham. Tamarah grabbed one bed and I grabbed the other. That left Mama in a dilemna... she couldn't decide which of us would be safer to sleep with. Even after thoroughly questioning each of us about our kicking, snoring and gas passing habits, she couldn't decide. That is until I pointed out the fact that Tamarah might be too much of a risk... what if she started dreaming about Charlie and thought she was at home in the bed with him. That was all it took; Mama slept with me. Little did either of us know that Tamarah would stay awake practically the whole night anyway. She claimed it was because of steroids she had been given earlier in the day at her arthritis treatment, but I have a different theory. She just couldn't stop thinking about the latest man in her life. I know this is true because I made the mistake of getting up to go to the bathroom at 3:30 a.m. and when I came back she decided it was a good time to show me all of the great pictures she had of the new man she has fallen in love with. I suppose I should clarify at this point that we are talking about her new grandson, Ryan Anthony. When I "finally" got back to sleep I soon found myself awake again with leg cramps. I got up and walked up and down the length of the room to walk them off. Suddenly a voice came out of the darkness as Mama popped up and said, "turn right at the end." What? She must be talking in her sleep. But no, she popped up again, this time laughing her head off. She thought I was trying to find the bathroom. Okay, I know I am getting old now, but there were only two doors in that room, and one of them... the one to the bathroom... was open and the light was on. Plu-eease! It was fun to hear her giggling about it though. So who says you have to be "young" to have a great slumber party. I can't imagine any teenager having more fun than we did. But we did all agree that it would have been even more fun if Debbie had been there. Guess that means we need to plan another one!