Slumber party, the Ungame and that time I fell asleep to the sound of Taylor laughing…

So…I’m knocking things off of my 30 by 30 list! Saturday night I spent the night at Taylor’s house. We sat on her couch and talked about life…moved a piece of furniture to another room…and eventually got around to playing this classic game:

Backstory: the “Ungame” is a tool that my mom used to start conversations with the students at her school. She is an elementary guidance counselor, so that’s not as weird as it sounds… Basically, each person takes turns drawing a card. The card either has a question on it, or it states that you may ask any other player a question or comment on anything that has already been discussed.

When I was little, we would occasionally play this as a family. I don’t think anyone gets excited about anything with the level of intensity and joy that my mom gets excited about the prospect of a night spent playing the Ungame.

A few years ago, mom bought my brother and I each our own “travel sized” version of the game…which I have been known to introduce to a group of friends after we’ve all had a few glasses of wine. The last time I played was two summers ago during a kayak weekend at my parents’ house with several friends. Good times were had by all, I’m sure.

Word to the wise: deck one is all fun and games…deck two gets serious real quick. See the questions below as evidence…

Taylor and I took turns drawing cards & answering questions. And, I think I laughed until my stomach hurt at the ridiculous “hints” at the top of some of the cards.

Other moments of our slumber party that shouldn’t be forgotten:

• Somehow it came up in conversation that I had never shocked my tongue with a 9 volt battery. This was not acceptable to Taylor. Apparently while I was sitting at home playing the Ungame with my family, other kids were sticking batteries to their tongues for the amusement of others. Long story short = after several minutes of me completely freaking out about it, Taylor stuck a battery to the tip of my tongue. I jumped two feet off the bed, but apparently I’m officially a cool kid now.
• The 9 volt incident began a chain of tweets between the two of us and Katy. Taylor and I were in our pjs, facing away from each other in the bed…giggling at how hilarious we were… (don’t pretend like you don’t occasionally tweet something that you think is so funny that your self esteem is boosted and you think to yourself “Nailed it!”)  I think I fell asleep while Taylor was still shaking the bed with her silent laughter.
• I had a coughing fit at about 3am (allergies..boo). I didn’t want to wake Taylor up, so I tiptoed into the other room and rummaged through my purse until I found a watermelon jolly rancher to act as a pseudo coughdrop. My cough was soothed, but then I had to force myself to stay awake until it dissolved. The last thing you want to do is fall asleep with a jolly rancher in your mouth, right? One of two things will happen..either you will choke on it, or it will get wrapped up in your hair and you’ll have to get an unplanned pixie cut….
• The next morning I taught Taylor how to curl her hair..and she looked so gorgeous, I had to point out to everyone at church how beautiful her hair looked.
• I left my toothbrush on her bathroom counter, and I’ve been using John’s ever since. Ssshhhh, don’t tell him.