The Joy of Slumber Parties

 . . . Does going to a friends house to see 'Hairspray' and eat chocolate chip pancakes after finally doing the last show count as a slumber party? I think it's more of a sleepover. Yes, in my mind, there is a difference.

It was . . . something of an eye opener. I never really realised that people, real life in my life people, could be so very accepting. I forgot to take one of my magick books out of my bag before we left the school, and Katy's mom saw it. Didn't even comment, just asked if I wanted chocolate sauce or maple syrup on my pancakes.

I loved it.

The play, if anyone wondered, went off without a hitch - more than I can say for opening night! That was something of a minor prop disaster. Only glitches on Friday were with lines, and the audience didn't even notice. Cue silly grin, yeah?

Friday's a day for my history books, I think. A perfect play, the shock of my best friend's little sister being downright sweet when she's beyond tired, and realising that, yes Virginia, there IS a Santa Claus   yes, people over thirty can be accepting of other beliefs? It was a perfect day.

Don't feed the plants!

 - Janie L.