You’re never too old for a sleepover

Last night, I got dinner and drinks with a good friend.

It got late. We played chess. I was buzzed. I live 45 minutes away.

So we blew up the air mattress and I slept in his guest bedroom.

Not only was it the safer, easier option…but waking up, making breakfast, and laughing at the table made me feel like a teenager again.

You’re never too old…you get it.