Haahaahaaa.
At the Wyoming Road Trip, I was rooming with Henry, it was the first time we met. We got along great.
Henry is fond of "guy-liner" and glitter and such.
When we both got into our room, Henry went into the bathroom with his bag of toiletries. I heard him shout in anger. I went in to see what was wrong, and apparently the air pressure change during flight caused one of his containers of glitter to explode. He had glitter everywhere.
Wanting to be a good/helpful roommate, I started to help him clean up what glitter we could off his other stuff. We both pretty much ended up with glitter all over ourselves.