PJ Party

Claudia is having a pajama party today, and everyone is invited.

I remember 'back in the day' having pajama parties with girlfriends.  We called them slumber parties.  Not  a lot of slumbering went on, but there was plenty of eating and talking and listening to music and calling in requests to KIMN radio for our favorite songs.  On the rare occasion that we got through to the DJ, there would be much squealing and excitement when he mentioned our names and played our song.

Doni had the best house for sleepovers because it had a large, finished basement and her parents didn't care how loud we were or how late we stayed up.  Kathy made the best homemade pizza.  Ann and I avoided doing parties at our houses because we each had only brothers and they were gross to have around.  We would all bring our favorite LPs and play them over and over again.  Paul McCartney and Wings, the Eagles, England Dan and John Ford Coley, Bread, Hall & Oates, Barry Manilow.

We were all so naive and innocent and never got into any trouble that I can remember.  There was the occasional prank, where someone's bra ended up in the freezer in a solid block of ice, but nothing harmful.  Mostly there was a lot of music, dancing, snacking and gossiping late into the night.  Coral was the only one with a car, so sometimes we would go to a movie before ending the evening at Doni's house. Tucked in, in softer-than-soft flannel-lined sleeping bags, heads cradled on favorite pillows and talking until our eyes were so heavy we could no longer keep them open.  And waking in the morning to the smell of pancakes and syrup.