In New Year’s Eve a few years ago, I joined a group of friends for a sleepover in Big Bear.

They had rented a cabin near the lake, and while I wasn’t really close with any of them — more a peripheral member of the friend group who came to parties — I was grateful for the invite and the chance to get out of Los Angeles.

The cabin was two stories tall with a hot tub outside, a giant fireplace on the ground floor, and several rooms containing bunk beds on the second floor. There was also a lounge on the second floor that was lined with couches and had a big, soft rug in the middle and a smaller fireplace on one wall. It was super-cozy and the perfect place to talk and hang out.

I snagged a top bunk in one of the rooms, took a shot of whiskey for courage, and made my way downstairs... Leer Más