I need information. I have been invited to a "Slumber Party" at a friend's house. No, it is not an adult women's sleep-over, it is kind of like a Tupperware party only instead of selling air-tight plastic dishes, they are selling underwear and massage oils . . . and stuff. I am not shy about spousal intimacy, but I do not share details. I may mention that it is happening (quite a few eggs have been . . . uh . . . fertilized . . . here), but that's about all you are going to get. I have never been to a, you know, store, outside of Victoria's Secret and the underwear department of Penney's. (I am using all of these code words not because I am uncomfortable with them, but because some of you, my dear readers, certainly ARE.) I have been known to drive a little too far from my house to buy something special on the off chance that I could see someone I know while that was dangling on the hanger in my hand.
So, at first, I thought this Slumber Party would be like a bridal shower--kind of fun and assuredly funny (like when my seventy-something grandma was going through my newly gifted honeymoon sundries with too many oohs and ahhs and That's a good ideas). Then, I got the invite and it said, along with lacy undies and oil, something about toys and other. "Oh, no," I thought. "What exactly is this?" I went to their website to check it out.
There was a box that asked me whether I was eighteen. If I have to check a box that says I am eighteen years old so I can look at what is on their page, that is like a huge ol' red flag.
I don't think I'm a prude (though most who know me would agree that I am highly innocent), but I want to be above reproach. I don't want others to get an invitation and think, "Oh, Emily went to one of these" and then be horrified at what they were shown there.
Have you been to one of these? Do I need to be worried? Is it like a bridal shower or Victoria's Secret? Would you be okay if your neighbor lady saw you carrying one of their bags?