Hit the Hay

An old girlfriend from back in college said to me one night that it was time to hit the hay.  I was rather tired, and we were in Boston so there weren't exactly very many farms nearby, but I do try to be spontaneous, so I pulled her out of bed and out to the car (even though it was her idea to do this, she seemed to have changed her mind), threw a couple of shovels in the trunk, and we drove out to Western Mass., found a farm, and started hitting the hay.  Sometimes, I miss the college years.