It’s 1:05 a.m. in Hollywood.

Silver Medal Girl is visibly pissed that I actually made her pay to get in as she begrudgingly utters something under her breath before she is suddenly almost knocked down by Glitter Girl and Androgynous Boy, both of whom are getting escorted quickly out of the club by a bouncer.

“Byyyeee” … Glitter Girl waves to me as she goes out the front door still smiling, still out of her mind on the Xanax that she, if she’s still looking, will now easily find outside on the streets of Hollywood at this late night hour.

“What was she on?” Silver Medal Girl sarcastically asks.

“Well, now she’s on the street!” I sarcastically answer. “Now you’re the shiniest thing in here.”

“Is that a compliment?” she asks.

“Well, with you and the girl with all the glitter on her face who just got kicked out here together for that brief second I thought I was going to need to put on my sunglasses,” I jokingly reply.

“The lights aren’t that bright in here,” she answers back.

“Neither are most people who wear their sunglasses inside a club,” I say.

“Not that bright to you?” she asks as she pretends to be genuinely interested in what my answer may be.

“Not really,” I say. “It’s not really a bright idea to wear sunglasses in a club at night, unless you’re in an ’80s music video, or any hip-hop video ever made, for that matter.”

“Not even if you’re trying to be the ‘shiniest thing in there’?” she says, as if she were winning the gold medal with the callback in this particular question.

“Usually the shiniest things in here DO wear sunglasses with their shiny clothing: anything for the attention. There’s a BIG difference between the ‘shiniest’ and the ‘brightest’,” I say.