Wow! A blast!
I can't confirm or deny a trip to Powell's books where I may have gone slightly crazy and rolled around naked on a pile of books both new and used resulting in paper cuts and and arrest in the fantasy aisle. The line between fantasy and reality blurred as did the pages I was drooling on.
And then there was a wedding. Not mine, but I still wore lots of glitter and was adoring of our glowing bride.