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I have fond memories of pajama parties. My 14th birthday party was one. Besties Jan, Joanie, Susie, Linda and Kathy came over. We listened to records, played games, ate pizza and popcorn, stayed up late talking, and eventually fell asleep sprawled out in the living room.
Another fond memory is the pajama party scene at Frenchy’s house in the movie Grease. Rizzo, Jan, Marty and Sandy, the Pink Ladies, were there. They watched tv, smoked ciggies, ate snacks, talked, sang, and played with wigs and makeup.
But my favorite pajama party memory is of one at Sheyenne’s and my house. Our friends Derek, Todd and Yonrico had driven to Raleigh for a gig the next day and we invited them to stay with us.
Shey offered Derek the use her room but he laughed and said, “the old man” needed it more and gave it up to Yonrico. 
We ordered pizza for dinner, then headed to the living room where Derek spotted our record collection. He sat cross-legged on the floor pulling out album after album, playing those he hadn’t heard before or really liked. We listened to music for hours, with very little talking.
Eventually, he and Todd fell asleep sprawled out in the living room on sofas we’d made into beds for them. Yonrico happily snoozed the night away in Shey’s room. Peach is the Word.
Posted : July 29, 2026 5:26 pm