Despite having a slight hangover, I pulled myself out of bed when my alarm went off at 7:30 AM. I made it a point not to sleep in on the weekends, wanting to make the most use of my time and not spend large chunks of the time unconscious when there was so much of life to experience. I grabbed a robe and put some slippers on, remembering through the haze what had transpired the night before, hoping that perhaps my best friend might not remember or think it was a dream.

Within twenty minutes, I had perked up thanks to a big mug of strong black coffee and was...