Last night, we had a great PJ party at my place. Girls only. (I’m not sure where Brooke formally fits in this category, but I prefer to think of him as a ‘she’…)
We were about a dozen girls at one point (not everybody came in at the same time, and some left earlier than others). I think a total of twentysomething girls showed up in all. Why did I throw this party? One of my stripper friends (let’s call her “Candy,” from the “Candy and Mandy Act”) is going through a bad breakup and needed some comforting. So I got on the phone, rallied the troops, and threw her a “we-all-hate-whatshisname” party, complete with whipped cream, Haagen-Dazs, hot chocolate, pillows, stuffed animals, and bunny slippers. Continue reading “Pajama Party @ My Place”
