I may be nineteen, but that doesn’t stop me or my friends from having sleepovers and doing… the same exact things we’ve been doing since middle school. We’re just more… mature about it.
I’m choosing my words very carefully for this blog post.
Last night, I spent the night at my friend, Amy’s, house. If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll know exactly who she is.
She’s home from college so we’re spending as much time as we can together while she’s here, even if it consists of us posing in flower crowns and taking selfies in the middle of Claire’s.
We eat candy. A lot of it.
We get frozen yogurt. With more candy.
Amy got a swirl of Chocolate and Pecan Praline. We had met up with an old friend, Noelle, who stuck with strawberry, while I got a dab of each flavor that interested me, followed by cheesecake bites, brownie, cookie dough, and sour gummy worms.
It was agreed that Noelle was the knowing mother who stayed true to her favorite. Amy was the tween, playing with the swirl option. And I was the three year old who wanted everything.
And it was delicious.
We drove about Redlands, looking for pretty houses to stare at, chewing on more sour gummy worms and gummy bears, soon said goodbye to Noelle once again, and began thinking about movie ideas.
When Amy slept over at my house, we went and saw Divergent.
As I was at Amy’s house, she asked me if I had seen the trailer for Lucy. I thought it was a scary movie I didn’t want to watch at first, until the trailer reminded me it was the one with Scarlet Johansson about the girl who had drugs implanted in her body that began to leak and slowly she could use more and more of her brain capacity.
Movie review: mostly gory. Some nudity. All violence. And very much agrees on the theory that evolution is real, which tripped me up. Disposable movie. You see it once and that’s it.
There was no one I would rather see the movie with than Amy!
We would flinch, cover our eyes, hide behind our hands and knees, and laugh randomly all at the same spots of the movie. People would be digging into the slits on each other’s stomachs to retrieve the drugs, and Amy and I would shudder and wince. I was holding my own stomach throughout the entire movie.
I felt their pain. Really.
Or it was all the candy and CheeseIts…
It was real.
This is what girls do at sleepovers though, let’s be honest. We eat a lot of junk food. We go shopping. We watch bad movies. We talk until we fall asleep, mid-conversation.
We live middle school all over again. Those were the good ol’ years, right?
Sliced apples with cookie butter at nine o’clock at night. Hot chocolate at eleven thirty. That’s the good life.
Amy keeps me young. We knew each other from church and didn’t truly meet until six grade. Being stage sisters in a play propelled us into Stage Sisters For Life-dom and the rest is history.
I can be a guys-gal most of the time, but every girl needs a good girl friend. We have to face it. We may say we refuse drama. But a good girl friend is out there, and it’s amazing how much more she’ll understand than your best guy friend.
All that to say, I want to encourage girls. To first, take a chance on friendship! Find the Lucy to your Ethel. Then take your girl out and be silly, and girly, and tell your secrets at midnight, and eat chocolate, and watch scary movies.
Friendships are a big deal. Take care of them.
It’s a good reminder.
And count your blessings if you have a good friend or two. That’s something to smile about.
Thanks for the good times, Amy! You’re such a caring, cute, and godly Christian friend. You’ll be one of my five blessings for the day. *girl-to-girl wink*