Pajammin to the Oldies

It’s my first party! Actually not really if you count my family, but this is the first time I’ve hosted a social gathering of non-relatives since I moved into my town home. Being so solitary this is a very big deal for me.

The theme? Retro Slumber Party! My posse – hey Sadie if you’re feeling better you’re invited! I’ll call you! You call me! – will be wearing their fancy pajamas, you know, the pretty lacy negligees and peignoirs they never wear because they’re too nice or too frilly or what have you. Old school boudoir! The women who don’t have fancy nightgowns get to raid my lingerie closet. I’ll probably be wearing this:

While working my Google Magic I discovered I might actually be in fashion, as it seems women all over the country are having slumber parties as alternatives to “Girls’ Night Out.” What’s not to like? No one drives so we can party as hard or as late as we want, and the food is better than any restaurants we’d otherwise end up at. There are no men, no police, no bouncers, no maitre d’s, and no arbiters of taste. We can let our hair down and do what we want. Plus, the booze is cheap! We’ll be doing champagne (thanks Jen!) and shots. Yes shots. Jello shots, frozen shots . . . did I mention it’s going to be a sleepover?

Now guys, I know what you’re thinking: All these drunk women in their lingerie and their bawdy girl talk and you want an invitation, right? I can see what you’re imagining now:

Sorry guys, I hate to break it to you but it will probably look something like this instead:

Stay tuned for the details! The bar is stocked, the house is clean, and the food ingredients are prepped! It should be a good time!