I participated in an adventure last Friday night: A “Camp Out” Preteen Slumber Party with a group of 7 pre-teen girls. Ya-Ya’s daughter, “Tween A”, turned 11 last week, and Tween C and Tween A have been best friends since they were 4 and 5. Of course, their relationship has been somewhat strained ever since the bitchy hormones kicked in full force. I think they will be friends forever, if their relationship survives the cat fights that have ensued recently. Anyway, it was a great party. There was a campfire, roasting of hotdogs and marshmallows, candy, chips, dips, coca-cola, fingernail polish, makeup and lots and lots of glitter. My pillows and blankets and half of my face came home covered in the stuff. Observing these girls relating to one another was very entertaining. It brought back a lot of old memories of just being a girl… when we first starting worrying about stupid boys and what we were seen in public wearing… …it was a nice little walk down memory lane. Until nearly midnight, when it promptly became time for the giggly girls to shut-the-hell-up and go to sleep. Then it was just annoying. But, eventually, we slept, and then woke up and ate birthday cake at 8:00 a.m. It was fun, and I was glad that I had chosen to participate, despite my initial inclination to avoid this scene at the risk of disappointing my friend. I’m seriously opposed to sleeping outdoors, even in a detached garage, more than 25 feet away from running water and assorted facilities. But, Lord knows Ya-Ya’s made more than her share of sacrifices for me. (Seriously.) This one turned out not to be a sacrifice, save the fact that I was sleeping nearest the garage door, and my butt was frozen when I woke up the next morning. Several little girls brought me their blankets and tucked me in all nice when I complained, though, which was sweet. Those little girls are gonna make real good mamas one day.