A fantastic idea unfortunately relegated to the realm of enthusiastic 12 year olds. Everyone gets dressed in pajamas and fuzzy slippers, pitches a tent in the living room, curls up with sleeping bags and spends the night together. What's more charming than curling up with friends, watching scary movies and cooking s'mores in your oven? Included within: blissful innocence (my childhood slumber parties were never gender specific - and no one seemed to care) and learning the joy of sleeplessness...