Tonight, I’m going to a pajama party.
Yes, I am in my 30s. As are all the other women who will be there.
And yes, the concept is slightly juvenile.
But it keeps us off the streets.
And really, the things we loved when we were 12 (eating junk food, talking about boys, daring each other to do stupid shit, sneaking into a liquor cabinet) are the same things we like now, if we’re being honest.
So, tonight, there will be a party.
But will there be pajamas?
Only the spirits know….