There were a few things that were mandatory at slumber parties when I was a kid. Ahhhhhh, how would it be to be 12 years old again.
Sleeping bags all over the family room floor.
Pizza boxes and cans of pop all over the sleeping bags.
Nightmare Theater
Toilet papering the neighborhood
“Shhhhhhhhhh-paaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” and “The Mokey’s Paw” ghost stories, told with the lights off and a flashlight shining up from the lap of the person telling the story.
Putting the fingers of the first person to fall asleep into a glass of warm water. Supposedly, it was to make the person pee the bed. It never worked.
The giggle chain (where you lay on the floor with your head on someone’s stomach and then start laughing). I never could figure this one out.
Attempts at hypnosis with someone always pretending to be hypnotized.
Phone calls to boys in our class who we thought were cute.
Anthracite,
most ways kids make each other faint include lots of deep breathing, standing in positions where it’s near impossible to get enough oxygen and then having someone push on your chest. My boyfriend and his friends tried it once, so did lots of the “popular” groups back when I was in junior high. Let’s just say that after yelling at my boyfriend for being irresponsible and stupid and damaging his head even more than it was screwed up in the first place, I never really cared for doing it myself.
Hey you all seem to forget all the cute little games that you could make up to tell each others futures. Like you really thought you were going to marry the cutest guy in school and have two kids and be rich.
Oh my…I’ve heard of a similar thing here (that’s actually quite a bit more disturbing) but didn’t make the connection since people were talking about frightening things, and I thought she meant fainting out of fear. I won’t talk about the “similar thing” since I don’t want to hijack yet another thread.
We used to do that too. It was the weirdest feeling when you started to come out of it. Almost like you were underwater and trying to run. What a bunch of dumbass kids.
Another one:
My old English Bulldog coming down stairs and scaring all the girls who didn’t know him. He was a sweetheart but looked really scary. He would always fart and make all the girls gag.
At one of my slumber parties we tried to call Donny Osmond. We never got a hold of him but my dad sure did shit a load when he got the phone bill.
Did anyone make old fashioned movies? That was were we would turn off all the lights and someone with a flash light would wiggle it around really fast while the rest of the girls would jump around. It was almost like a strobe light.
See who could go the furthest into the Chinese splits.
Laying on our backs with our legs in the air and someone sitting on our feet then seeing how far we could fling each other across the room. Someone always wiped out and got hurt.
Every once in a while, my best friend and I go visit another friend for the weekend. She lives about 300 miles away so we only see her a couple of times a year.
One night we usually hit the cowboy bar, but we always make it a point to have a girls only slumber party on the other night - jammies, sleeping bags on the floor, pizza, boy talk, the occassional ghost story, make-overs, and (don’t let my kids hear this) we once actually snuck out and toilet papered the neighbor’s house.
Yes, we pushed on each other’s chest, but some would push on the neck, instead. To avoid bodily harm, (yeah right) we’d catch each other or lay the couch cushions on the floor. Like I said, it’s dangerous. (Add stupid, too.)
And back to the OP:
I’m young enough to have been in the era of “Girl Talk” the board (bored?) game. I still have that game, too.
Various “Match Maker” games, mostly made up. Except MASH. (Mansion, Apartment, Shack, House.) Ever heard of it? That was a fun game.
We’d tell stories. Not necessarily ghost stories, but we’d have a “secretary” and then we’d all go around, each saying one sentence, which the secretary would write down. Except whoever was the secretary wouldn’t say her sentence to the rest of the group. We’d go around the group until we had a page or so. That was always pretty interesting.
One time, my friend and her sister and I made up fake talk shows, ala Jerry Springer, with transexuals and incest and slutty mothers…it was funny!
We’d mix up food too-all kinds of strange combinations and dare each other to taste it.
One time, a friend and I called some random numbers until we found an answering machine. WE kept calling it ALL FUCKING NIGHT and leaving all these stupid messages. THen, somehow, my friend must’ve tripped something, because we got to hear all of our messages played back…(I wonder what the guy thought…)
We’d call and say, “hello, is John there?” NO, there’s no John here?" “Then where do you go to the bathroom?”
