“When I first attended a slumber party some 25 years ago, we prided ourselves on avoiding sleep. Sprawled out on the floor of a friend’s basement with pillows and sleeping bags, my companions and I would heartily fight any drooping eyelids by ingesting sugar and cola. Fast-forward to this morning, and slumber — in lush, high-end bedding no less — resumes its rightful place in the term “slumber party.”
Tip-toeing down the stairs to join me in the kitchen, my sister-in-law has an amazed but pleased expression on her face …”
To read the rest, please support your city’s paper (and its writers!) by picking up a copy of The Ottawa Citizen today.
This article is on page H6 in the Travel section. And on page H1, you’ll see me in the header with — surprise! — a coffee in my hand.
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