And then three days later, while discussing something else, your wife casually mentions your drunken and vehement rejection of that dude’s half-baked assertion that the “true yardsticks of civilization are soap and ice”. And like a bolt from Olympus, you are suddenly struck by the forgotten memory of what had caused you to carry on so loudly – the elusive missing piece of your awesome weekend puzzle – and you vibrate with glee as you relive the mockery you dished out. You brush your teeth with deep satisfaction, knowing you will sleep well tonight.