I was in pajamas at 10:30 last night, singing along to songs from the Potter musical, when Jess called and asked me to come over. We'd planned to hang out all day long today, but Jess wanted a head start. I'm a morning person, and neither of us really like having people in our houses, so Jess and I have somehow never been prone to slumber parties. Fourteen years of inseparable friendship, and I couldn't remember more than one time we'd had a one-on-one sleepover. Through my whines of protest, Jess decided it was time to fix that problem. And as much as I hate sleeping on couches and forgoing proper hygiene for candy and TV, my best friend is more persuasive. I went.
We suck at sleepovers. We stood in her living room for a few seconds, looking at each other expectantly. What were we supposed to do? Gossip about boys? Read magazines? We ended up discussing food in great detail, as always, and falling asleep. I value every second with Jess, and I have more fun talking to her about salsa than I do having important conversations with most other people, but as far as slumber parties go, I don't think we were missing out on much by omitting them.
It was okay, though, because the next afternoon, today, was big and blue and beautiful. We went to our park, wearing what we'd slept in, and had our minds blown by the gorgeousness of the day. Descriptions of blue skies bore me, but today's sky was the kind of blue that makes you care about blue skies. The sun hit every bit of our bodies, making every color seem like it'd been photoshopped. Jess's pale skin was paper white, her hair was burnt red, and her eyes went from their usual blue to a crazy cyan reflection of the sky. We sprawled out in the grass with the bottoms of our shirts folded over so our bellybuttons could breathe, we rolled downhill, we ran in nonsensical circles. We pretended to bite the clouds as we swung toward them on the swings. My serotonin-flooded brain could think of nothing else but how amazing everything was, how much I felt like Lily Evans, and how the present would turn into one of those memories I'll replay in my head for the rest of my life. Today was a Patronus.
Even hours later, it ended too soon. We had Robeks smoothies for lunch at 3:00, and before we could finish painting our nails together (such a slumber party activity! Why didn't we do that last night?!) my mother text-message-harassed me to come home. I took a shower and pouted for a bit, but she consented to me leaving to see a movie with Jess. I'm leaving now to see 500 Days of Summer, which I'm superexcited to soak up. I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow!
Sexy: Oh my gosh. Everything. I'm still on a high.
Unsexy: Spending money. Booo.
Chipotle burritos this year: 27
S'mores this summer: 6
Wheat grass shots this lifetime: 0, but I'm dying to try it, as of this evening.
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3