Don’t you just love it when a night goes perfectly? Well, Monday night was one of those nights. Here’s the story: I had just logged on for my weekly seminary face to face call when my parents told me and my siblings to get in the car. As my mom walked to the garage, she saw I was on my call. I told her I could still be on the call if I had hotspot. She agreed and off we went. We drove up the Barva mountain to a lookout we had previously visited last Saturday. Of course, because of the mountain, my class was cut short. I was a…