Nancy Drew and the Case of the Mysterious Boob Glitter

Tonight I went out with my friend Camicia to check out The Ormond Wine Company's Acoustic Night, The Transfers were playing. It was a fun night music was awesome, wine was decent, food was good.

At one point tonight I got a big ass smile from one of the guys in the band. It struck me as odd because while yes I am not unfortunate looking I am married and tend to give off a don't fuck with me vibe. Ok now fast forward to an hour later, we are at Camicia's mothers house hanging out, I look down and my whole not unsubstantial rack is sparkling like a drag queens thong! What. The. Fuck!?! Not now nor have I ever, ever, ever used boob glitter!! Even during my brief stint as a candy raver I kept my glitter in its appropriate places; hair, eyes and possibly arms.

So in our awesomely sober state we start trying to Nancy Drew the shit out of this mystery. At two points tonight I was exposed to glitter, first my eyeshadow has little bits of glitter in it and second Camicia's Mom Susan's  ceiling is glitter flecked. Neither of those explain it because A) the ratio to titty glitter and eye shadow doesn't match; B) Susan's ceiling did not at any point tonight fall on me. Plus she said she noticed it when I walked in. My conclusion? The magical gay glitter fairy paid me a visit! YAY!