Hanging out for brunch on a lazy Sunday morning a couple weeks back I caught this conversation:

“Hey, John! What’s up? Man, what’s with the glitter?”

John: “I don’t know. I woke up with glitter all over my bed and all over me.”

First Guy: “Wild. Any night that ends with your sheets covered in glitter was a good night, my friend!”

John, sighing: “Yeah, I just wish I remembered it.”