Growing up, my favorite thing of all time was to have slumber parties with my best friends. Then I grew up. And it turns out slumber parties with my best friends are still my favorite thing of all time. They consist of good (read: terrible) food, great chatter, and an insane amount of laughter.
When I got into residency, I hoped and prayed for a good group of co-workers. But only a few days into my new “job,” it was obvious that I had just become part of the coolest new family. And to tell you the truth, I pretty much can’t get enough of them. So what better way to have a great time and celebrate friendship than with a huge, obnoxious, all-girls (sorry, boys) slumber party at mi casa? Fortunately, I was not the only fan of the idea…
Wolfgang had a good time too, making sure every single person paid attention to him between sips of their margaritas (THANKS FOR MAKING THEM FOR US, JEFFREY!).
After about 3 hours of scarfing down chips and queso, delighting in fine cheeses with crackers, and stuffing our faces with veggie dip, chocolates, cupcakes, and caramels, we made smores. You know, for dessert.
Wolfgang helped start the fire, obviously.
People slowly trickled away over the next hours due to important stuff like work, dental appointments, and severe cat-allergy attacks bordering on impending anaphylaxis. And others stayed through breakfast, lunch, and dinner the next day. The true mark of a fellow slumber-party fanatic like me! Thanks, K!
We feasted on sushi, took a walk along the the quiet, snowy sidewalks, and had a therapeutic arts-and-crafts session.
The cherry-on-top was ending with a surprise brownie-sundae birthday party for one of the boys.
Now if only Jeffrey would get home from his fun weekend of skiing with the guys, my weekend will be complete.