I promised you some hot, naked action in my last Camp Blogaway Sleeping Arrangements post (Click here if you missed part 1). Okay, maybe not quite as exciting as that. Geez, can you imagine the Google results LambAround is going to come up in after this? Oops, maybe I shouldn't write "come up". There are going to be some very disappointed perverts out there.
At camp, I found it difficult to fall asleep. Being cramped up inside a sleeping bag is not my style, especially when you throw in bunk beds that squeak if you so much as exhale too forcefully. Spiders, roommates, and bloggers drunk on wine, laughing it up outside the window, all decreased the likelihood of me getting any rest. Still, I tried. Traveling to LAX had made me pretty sleepy, as had the hours long drive to camp. Sleep was overtaking me. Then, a panicked thought. You see, (*TMI ALERT*) I don't do pajamas. Never have. They're great for lounging around the house, but for sleeping, I've never understood how anyone can stand to wear them. I hate pajamas! And, thus, my nightly fear at Camp Blogaway:
What if, while asleep, I take off my pajamas and throw them onto the girl in the bunk next to me?!
It was hot in our cabin. I'd planned for chilly weather and had packed, hahaha, a long-sleeved pajama top and long-legged pajama pants. "Thermals", as my mom calls them. There I was, bundled up in a thick, toasty sleeping bag, the heat zipped up all around me, while those damn pajamas twisted up every which way. Surely, subconsciously, I would peel those pajamas off the first chance I got. Still hot, I'd probably sprawl out on top of my sleeping bag, fast asleep and drooling.
Sexy Nerd's a lucky guy, right?
I don't have any pajama photos from camp for this post, but I found the next best thing. Behold, a pajama photo from when I was 16, taken in my (very!) purple bedroom using the camera timer. Oh, did I think I was hot stuff!
I thought it would be clever to cover my bare tummy with a lamb, but am now debating if the location of my left arm sends the wrong message. "Why would she photoshop herself with her arm up a sheep's butt," you're probably wondering.
Camp Blogaway solution? Sleep is overrated. I played Scrabble on my phone inside the safe darkness of my sleeping bag all night and filled up on green tea the next days.
Pajamas suck! We anti-pajama bloggers have the opportunity to unite and put an end to all this jammy nonsense. It's time for a pajama boycott, baby! Who else is with me?