Adult Slumber Parties…

Fawn’s husband is out of town for the week, and they recently moved into a new house, and she wasn’t super wild about staying there all alone. So, doing what any other red-blooded (scared) American woman would do in this circumstance: she called in her muscle… Fawn and Brawny Bev are having a week-long sleepover, and I kind of couldn’t be more excited. We’re going to watch Big Little Lies (Bev don’t have HBO, y’all), drink wine, make dinner, and I’m going to practice French and Dutch braids on Fawn’s hair, as I’d like to be able to braid my hair for my upcoming Bevsico trip, because my topknot won’t fit under my sun hat. And, no, I promise we aren’t carrying on a secret lesbian relationship. We’re just two ladies in our mid-thirties, hanging out. Totally normal, guys!

Anyhoo, Merle and Fawn’s recent move brought them really close to Bev’s house (yay), and I am in the midst of packing for Cancun, so I am most likely just going to wake up at Fawn’s and then come home to get ready in the mornings. This means I’m really only bringing the bare essentials with me each night to Fawn’s… arriving in my PJs with a little Nordstrom bag of my nightly necessities. What are those nightly necessities, you ask? Well…

*1 toothbrush
*1 retainer
*1 half-to-full bottle of wine, depending on the evening
*1 plantar fasciitis boot
*1 iPhone charger
*1 sleep mask
*2 Xanax that Fawn and I are going to try recreationally before I potentially pop one on any upcoming turbulent flights
*hand cream
*Chapstick