Sleepover

Not too long after I moved in, one of my friends got married. In the tradition of girlfriends and weddings, she, a few of her bridesmaids, and our friends all slept over the night before the wedding at my house because despite its age and awkwardness of the family I rent from being here all the time, it's huge and furnished.

All in all, there were eight girls beside me, only five of which I had been expecting. One of them I had never met before and was the happiest, bubbliest, most talkative flakey smart person I have ever met. I didn't realize it was possible to be a flake and smart, but apparently it is.

She chattered the whole time with my chattery friend, and because they were both loud, no other conversations could go on, though I don't know how they were communicating. The only three topics they had in common were bridesmaid dresses, jewelry, and nail polish. They went through those in about five minutes, and then talked about their own personal topics with no overlap. Rebecca gabbed about Lord of the Rings and Star Trek, while Galen kept going "Oh just bring up something about Biology, because that's what I'm majoring in and I'll love you forever."

Apparently the two of them are becoming fast friends.

Another girl I had met before, but don't really like was also there. This girl, Anna, is perfectly nice, and by that, I mean that she's just that. Nice. She is sweet, polite, and well-mannered. She talks a lot. She's also very very homeschooled, which means that even two years after graduating college, she's still pretty conservative, slightly socially awkward, and sheltered.

My friend Rebecca brought a game called Cards Against Humanity, which is essentially a dirty version of Apples to Apples. The point of the game is to be as dirty and offensive as possible. It is no fun if you do otherwise.

We didn't get very far.

Galen and Rebecca chattered the whole time, Anna looked incredibly uncomfortable, and my married friend and almost-married friend snuck in talk about sex with their significant others, which made the rest of us uncomfortable.

Most of them went to bed early because most of them were part of the wedding and had to be up at a decent hour to get ready for the wedding, especially the bride, so it was a good deal quieter in my house than I was expecting a good deal sooner than I thought. I stayed up late because my mind and body both rebel if I think I should sleep any time before midnight.

When I got to bed, there was a pile of clothes that weren't mine because everybody had been using my room as a changing room, and a girl already in there. Without hesitation, I tossed everything I didn't need in my bed onto the floor, and climbed in next to my friend.

This friend of mine is tiny. She is five foot even, probably only weighs a hundred pounds, and routinely gets mistaken for a middle schooler.

Somehow she managed to take up the whole bed. The whole double bed.

Now, in the past, I've shared beds with stuffed animals (the most convenient of bedfellows), pets, siblings, and various friends. The pets are easy to push out of the way, and are pleasantly warm. The siblings and friends cannot be pushed out of the way, but they generally stay on their side of the bed and don't put out much heat.

This person, however, despite her tiny size, is her own space heater. Within minutes, I was kicking off all the covers but the sheet, because she moved over next to me the instant I got into bed. An hour later, I was grasping for covers again because she had pulled them all off of me when she rolled over to the other side of the bed. A little after that, I had to kick the covers off once more because she had rolled back over to my side.

Eventually my sleep-dazed and deprived brain figured out that just using my own blanket would keep her from taking my sheet again. I then successfully managed to sleep through the night.

And that is how I had a sleepover at my house.