As admitted in a previous post, my lifelong aversion to glitter has been so secret. All my friend and family either respect it or mock it by filling holiday cards with glitter or sprinkling it where it is unexpected.
But 2016 is all about overcoming such silly personal restrictions, and after my first attempt (look back at previous posts on this profile), I felt quite different about it. Like most things in my life, when confronted head on and immersing myself in something I was previous distasteful of, the moment I'm in the thick of it, I realize it doesn't matter at all. Being on a cliff with a nude woman on Thursday covered in the stuff definitely conquered, or at least stifled, my revulsion of the stuff.
So Saturday morning I decided to try again, but to a much higher level. I enlisted my trusty buddy Kalani, who was looking for an excuse to get away from her newly domesticated life with her new husband for a few hours, and we headed off on another one of our little adventures.
(Read more about our experience and see all the photos at the $5 level.)