Sleepovers were one of the greatest things about being a kid. I guess you could do them now, but everyone has pets or 16-step Korean skincare routines or perfectly firm-yet-soft mattresses they don’t want to leave behind. Being a kid at a sleepover with your best friends is one of the peak experiences in life. Picture this: you’re sharing a bag of sour gummy worms at 2 AM and you’re about to prank call the 24-hour IHOP in your town. You’re giggling so much that you’re starting to cry. Someone suggests that you put in a VHS of the Princess Diaries. 

You fall asleep comforted by the gentle hum of the TV and the knowledge that you’ll wake up tomorrow and make pancakes with your besties. It’s pure euphoria. Except, of course, when you have to sleep on the couch with an insufficient blanket and you plead with the heavens to send your mom to come to pick you up.