Last night I was one of two adults who chaperoned six 16-18 year-olds who wanted to do a lock-in. For those of you who don't know, a lock-in is when you're locked in somewhere, like a church (in our case the Unitarian Universalist Congregation at Montclair) all night long.
The Senior Youth Group planned this lock-in and in terms of sleeping arrangements there were two options. Either the adults slept separate from the youth, in which case the girls and the boys also needed to be separated. Or, all of us slept in one room together, which is what they decided to do in the end.
The room we slept in is the designated Senior Youth Group Room, which has been theirs for their meetings on Sunday morning for years. There's stuff painted all over the walls, quotes, pictures, feet, butts.... And the furniture has all been donated by members of the congregation, so there are two long couches, two love seats and a selection of squashy chairs, all in odd and varied patterns.
We got very little sleep. In fact, I got home this morning at around ten and promptly went to sleep until two. That chair above? Is where I slept. In a sleeping bag that's been in my trunk for about three years.