The Slumber Party

Last night, Ingrid and I went over to Anna's house for our long-awaited slumber party. Unfortunately Keri bailed because she allegedly had "work to do" on her thesis, which I found a rather weak excuse.

And it's too bad she wasn't there because we had a fabulous evening full of pizza, Cheetos, popcorn, Milk Duds, Junior Mints, chocolate chip cookies, and wine. And we made the most comfortable bed for ourselves in the entire world...

Here I am with Ingrid posing on our cushioned creation:

Now really, WTF was I thinking so blatantly exposing my cupcake pajama-clad ass like that for this photo? It's a bit obscene, actually, but you get the idea of our set-up. Big squishy bed, soft comforter, unhealthy indulgences within reach, and a surround-sound television system right in front of us. (Thanks for setting that up, Alex!)

We entertained ourselves with Marie Antoinette, Sex & the City, and The Descent, which was a most sadistic choice right before bedtime, but luckily we all cuddled up on our giant mattress and dozed off without visions of flesh-devouring cave monsters interrupting our sleep.

Ingrid and I left early this morning because we both have crap we have to do today.

As we walked out of Anna's, Ingrid started laughing out loud when she saw this...

... my car parallel parked in front of Anna's house... right under a no parking sign.

In my defense, I said to Ingrid, "Well, hell, I didn't even see that sign! I mean, it's facing the wrong way!"

And she said, "Honey, your car is facing the wrong way."

And then it hit me. "Oh... Yeah."