I’m a big fan of blanket forts, having built dozens of them in my grandparents’ house with my cousins growing up. On school trips I tried to convince my friends to build forts in our hotel rooms — a request always met with disdain. My outlook is, to paraphrase XKCD, I’m an adult and it’s my turn to decide what that means.
For me and my friends, it means blanket forts. Really big ones.
Recently my friend Jewels threw her husband a birthday party inside a gigantic blanket fort. The idea sprang from Fluffytown, the epic pillow fort central to an episode of NBC’s Community last season. Matt is a big fan of the show, and the blanket fort episode in particular, so she secretly recruited a dozen of us to bring all of our extra blankets and pillows and recreate Fluffytown in their apartment.
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After clearing superfluous furniture, Jewels used a huge orange-and-white parachute — purchased from an Army surplus store — as the main ceiling in the living room. The ‘chute was very light and easy to attach to the ceiling and walls with tape. We gave the entry hall a low blanket ceiling which forced new arrivals to crawl on their hands and knees down the passage. Extra pillows were scattered across the floor so people could nest as they pleased.
We hung a barrier blanket between the living room and the kitchen to help keep the fort cool. Sheets and blankets hung low in the hallways to encourage crawling everywhere.
Jewels left Matt a headlamp to wear — with a cryptic note attached. He entered the fort crawling on hands and knees. We watched circus movies and ate tons of carnival candy and hot dogs, gave Matt his presents, and then Jewels brought out two large bowls of homemade birthday cake ice cream. The pillows proved a perfect nesting substrate as everyone slipped into food comas following the cake ice cream, served in plastic keg cups with spoons.
Yes, we did put candles in it and light them. Under a blanket fort. We’re very responsible adults.
The following morning, all the blankets came down, we retrieved the couch from the lawn, and carted off pillows, leaving nary a trace that mere hours before the apartment had hosted a big kids’ wonderland.