Bedtime can be FUN!

Some of the best conversations with my chica friends have been as we were settling down to sleep.

There is a special bonding that happens when it gets late.

A new kind of openness.

Slumber parties are simply glorious to the young girl.

(Although, my parents have always said that nothing good happens after midnight- I'm guessing they are referring to being alone with a boy or being bored with rebellious friends who like to TP houses or snort cocaine- either way, thanks for the advice, parentals!).

Hotels can be especially fun.

Everyone is on common ground- there is no hostess- all are guests.

And hello, having 2 queen-sized beds that close together? There is bound to be some jumping around

and possibly pillow fights.

Pleh- but what I'm REALLY trying to get at is- the other night, I woke up randomly.

Why did I wake up, you ask?

Well,

I was laughing.

Yes- I was laughing in my sleep and I woke myself up.

As I came to consciousness, I continued laughing awhile.

What a pleasant way to wake up.

I wonder what was so amusing...