Monday, April 18, 2005
To be 16 again
This past weekend Lisa and I had a sleepover. It was one of those ideas that comes up in a conversation at some point and decides to take on a life of its own, culminating in a conglomeration of food, friends, and romantic comedies. At around 9pm on Saturday people started arriving, and most brought with them chips, dips, cookies, ice cream, beer, wine or some other yummy morsel.

Over the course of an hour we had a dozen or so people all ready for a night of fun show up. Jeff and I ran out to grab some pizzas (ah mccains) and we spent the next few hours talking and listening to readings from the quintessential sleepover magazine, Cosmopolitan. We also got to devour Lisa’s amazing 7-layer dip and Sherlee’s macadamia chocolate chip cookies.

To decide what movies were to be watched, we ended up having a secret ballot, whereby everyone put their top 3 choices on a slip of paper and the votes were tallied. By the votes, we should have watched Star Wars: Episode 2, Suddenly 30 and Meet the Fockers. Unfortunately, the DVD’s were not all happy, and a surprise post voting addition to the movie pool put The Princess Bride in the poll position. Before watching though, we first devoured a carrot cake I made the night before. With inch thick frosting that melted in your mouth, (and probably would dissolve your teeth if you kept it in there too long) it was a hit.

After The Princess Bride we put on 10 Things I Hate About You, followed by Suddenly 30 at about 4:30 in the morning. The tentative plan was to watch the sunrise after it was over, but by 6:30 no one was up for heading down to the beach for it. Another time though, I will definitely watch a sunrise over Coogee. Instead, we slept for a few hours before getting up and watching Meet the Fockers while eating pancakes made by Philipp. These were frying pan sized thin pancakes (somewhat like crepes) and we filled them with peanut butter and jelly and nutella and ice cream and chocolate syrup (not all at once though). Another scrumptious dish prepared by a partygoer.

All too soon it was 2 pm on Sunday and the remaining guests had to take their leave and go get ready for the upcoming week. A quick cleanup and the apartment was good as new, and I even managed to get some work done later that evening.


Sounds like lots of fun! But where was your Mom to tell everyone to be quiet and get to sleep..............?
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