If anyone has ever deserved to get raw-dogged by a couple of strangers, it’s me. I’ve had the year from Hell and a break-up that matched that shitty energy, so why not? It’s one full moon weekend with no strings attached and no rubbers — which are my two favorite things to not have — and I get to walk away Monday morning with my head held high and my legs feeling like jelly. A girl’s gotta indulge every once in a while.