Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
The party preparations are pretty hilarious. Thank god I grew up a little further into the 70's when we were all a little more wash-n-wear:
My mother washed my hair at two o'clock. She gave me a cream rinse, too, so I wouldn't get tangles. She set it in big rollers all over my head. I sat under her hair dryer. Then she *filed* my nails instead of just cutting them like usual. My velvet dress was already laid out on my bed along with my new underwear, party shoes, and tights.
What *is* familiar, though, about a preteen party, is all the excitement, and constantly calling my friends on the phone over every detail and speculating about who would be there and what would happen.