Located in a massive mountain lodge, I was working at the ‘industry event of the year’. It was my job to make sure the booze and the conversations flowed freely. I ran around all night, breaking my previous Fitbit records. Towards the end of the evening I spotted two old friends eating dinner and ignoring me. It was my old pal, Bill Murray, raising his glass to me from across the room, who snapped me out of my sadness.

I acknowledged his thoughtfulness by flashing him. Needless to say, he raised his glass again, celebrating my boobs.