Stephanie was the first one up the next morning. She opened the blinds to let in the overcast morning light and made coffee for her bleary-eyed friends. We reminisced about the night before: who no-showed, who made us laugh, who probably had the worst hangover. And then, over a hearty breakfast of Steph’s steak and eggs, we watched a laughably bad movie.
Hours later, when David arrived to collect me, Stephanie turned to me and raised her brows. Without having to hear it aloud, I answered her question: “I wouldn’t have missed it for all the Jack and Coke in the world.”