Sleep Overs and Sugar Highs

Sleep over’s. Are they a thing of the past? From my limited sleepover memories I remember that they were filled with shameful games, spin the bottle, age restricted movies, cold pizza and flat soda drinks…
My mother – bless her cotton socks – was a nervous parent, wanting to protect my sis and I as much as possible. I of course wanted to stay over with friends from the time I was in pre-school but that’s another post… anyway, I turned 11 and my mom FINALLY agreed to let me stay over at a friends place.
Well, I was not at all prepared.
In my rose-tinted carousel music backing-tracked mind I imagined us all eating around a table, laughing and smiling like those adverts of “The ideal woman” from the 50’s… Um. That’s not what happens at Sleepovers.
I arrived at my friends’ house all excited and dressed in my best crotched top and poofy hair ready to eat and SLEEP. By midnight I was a frazzled confused child who had seen too much naked woman on TV and who had eaten WAY too much MSG and sugar loaded cream soda…at about 1am I was ready to throw in the towel, admit that my mom was right and go home to my bed!
The worst part of it was this – it was not just a one night sleep over – it was a two nighter eek! I called my mom on the Saturday and asked to go home (I was pretty much going into shock and the other girls were all mean & crusty eyed, and beside, coming down off the sugar high was hurting my joints) well, I was not prepared for what was going to happen next…
The movie rented for the Saturday night was “Friday 13” – that horror series. Now up till the age of 11 (up till that sleep over in fact) the scariest thing I’d seen on TV was Duke Egthorne in Gummy bears, so nothing prepared me for the blood, guts, chainsaws and nudity of the Friday 13 movie. I must’ve looked like a Nag-aapie sitting there all pale, sugarless and desperate for sleep. Anyway, the worst was still to come.
My Favourite Aunt (only aunt) was going to pick me up – of course as is the law regarding parents and aunts – she arrived and walked into the lounge in the middle of a hot’n’heavy sex scene EEK! I think I actually melted into the couch in horror! I had me some s’plainin to do…

What sleepover memories do you have?

I have another one from the 90’s it involved a group of girls staying in a huge dark house together. Our friends (guys) climbed the side of the house, broke in through the bathroom window and sent one of them jumping into the lounge wearing a black robe, holding a big steak knife and the white mask from “scream” – I hurt myself screaming.
Post them on the wall – c’mon people!

Have an awesome week

Sands x