Why does someone's last night in town always turn a random Wednesday into the most unhinged night of your life?

Why does someone's last night in town always turn a random Wednesday into the most unhinged night of your life? The plan was In-N-Out at midnight and that was literally it. Next thing you know, we're walking a mile uphill through San Francisco just to pick up a rental car. We get in, the vibes are immaculate and I'm like, I know a spot. The Painted Ladies. We pull up at 1:00am and couldn't even make out what color the buildings were. Fine, I know another spot. It's a 40 minute drive to Grizzly Peak. So we're just singing the entire way there, windows down, acting like we're in a movie. I even almost dropped my phone out the window. We finally get to the top and the fog is even worse. 0 for 2. But we're on my home turf now. So we head to the college stadium and suddenly we're laying on the turf at 2:00am like we own the place. For a second, it actually felt peaceful. Then the security guard clocks us and we are out of there. You can't end the night like that, so we climb into the amphitheater on campus. I recreate my graduation strut across the stage and then we just sat there talking about life, like the conversation you only have at 3:00am when someone's leaving the next day. Eventually we grab McDonald's for the drive back because obviously. Drop the rental off with no scratches and get home at 4:00am. Absolutely cooked, but perfectly fulfilled. Because now you know the answer to: