Sunday, January 29, 2006
January 29, 1965
I didn't go to the P.J. party. Peggy B. notified me at the last minute of a Senior Planning Board meeting. I'd really rather have gone to the party, and I fussed and fumed for an hour, but I couldn't go. I did stay until 11 o'clock and then came home. It was crowded, but fun. We told dirty jokes, ate candy and listened to records. I met Diana Y. She's nice. Vincent lives two houses away.
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Gee, I wonder why I was so eager to go to Kathy's pajama party! Actually, pajama parties were a great source of all-girl fun in the 1960s. This was long before "sleepovers parties" became elementary school fare, of course. We'd sit around in our best sleepwear, eat junk food and entertain ourselves with the most amazing array of titilating teenaged fun: prank phone calls to cute boys, dirty jokes and off course, gossip about girls who weren't there. Amateur makeovers (hair and make-up) were also popular amusements.
Having to miss all that (two houses away from Vincent, who might have stopped in to borrow a cup of flour) for a Saturday morning regional Girl Scout meeting of unknown purpose was clearly a giant bummer.
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