Last night I got home from work and started packing my bags. Not for Texas (I plan to pack Saturday morning, about 10 minutes before I have to leave for the airport) but for the night’s event:

A slumber party.

A girlfriend of mine and I were recently lamenting the fact this awesome partying that we do? It generally has to come to an end far too early for our tastes (so, 3 or 4am). The solution? Pick a day where neither of us has to get up for work the next day, stock up on supplies (let your imagination run free here), and proceed to get amazing.

And oh, IT WAS. The details of the night are a bit fuzzy, but there were prank calls, bottles of Night Train, Batman pajamas, and more hijinx involving the young skater boys that just moved in next door (we had previously welcomed them to the neighborhood by spraying them/their living room with silly string).

(And if you guessed that the Batman pajamas were mine, you would be correct.)

In short, it was awesome. I fell asleep on her couch until 5pm, went home, and proceeded to nap for another 4 hours.

Suffice it to say, I am so ready for round two.