The next morning I wake with a pounding headache, and my whole body is still sore. I don't remember anything from last night, or actually most of the day after lunch. I put on my silk pajamas and the room swims around me. I fall back onto the bed and ask myself, "How much did you drink, you idiot?"

There are footsteps outside the bedroom door, so I climb back onto the bed and pretend to just haven woken up. I pull the blanket over my head and pretend to be asleep. I want no one to bother me right now.

Someone gets in the bed behind me and I...