The call came an hour later that they were at a local cidery and we should join them. We hopped in the car and drove to a place about 30 minutes away. Even without Kitten and I drinking, there were still a lot of laughs. Between the sex and the company, my mood was pretty good. Around 11 pm I drove the drunks home in Meg's car while Kitten followed behind in mine. She had her licence but never used it much. She was nervous, but we all made it home safe and sound.

Even on Sunday morning, when I was dealing with the walking dead, I was in a...