It was on a Wednesday, December 31st at 11:50 PM. I am sitting (OK, more like sprawling) on my boyfriend’s bed, feeling the languid effects of the Sangria that his mother had graciously offered me throughout the night. We were watching television, flipping between “Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve” and “A Nightmare on Elm Street”, when my boyfriend turns the volume down and starts fumbling around his room. I pay him no mind as my bladder suddenly lets me know that urgent matters are at hand.