Sleep Overs

Once upon a time, when we were very young, it was super exciting having or attending a sleep over. Then as you get older you make up lies about sleeping over at someone's house to your parents in order to actually spend the night with your best buds, whom have also lied to their parents in order to spend the night out, doing random things. Then you stop having sleep overs altogether. Well, that might be the case for some, but not all.

My friend Christine has recently moved far far far away. To Surrey. Yes, Surrey. To some that might not be far, but to me.... it is. There is at least two bridges that I have to cross, maybe three depending on which route I take and that's far!!!! I haven't seen her in a while so we made plans to have brunch on Saturday followed up by some shopping (I suck ass at shopping and need her to assist me; but that's a whole other blog entry). So tomorrow I'm heading out to her place FOR A SLEEP OVER!!!! AYYAYYAYAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then we'll head down town.

She's currently housesitting a friends place for the next 18-24 months. What's super awesome is the fact that I have my own suite (literally, a suite including a small make-shift kitchen, bathroom, living room and the world's most comfy bed), there's a hot tub and the greatest massage chair of all time. So how can you say no to that!!!!

So I'm pretty darned excited. I might even bring PJs this time. Just kidding. I'm a PJ freak. Once again, a whole other blog entry.