Yellow owned the Globes; on this night, nary a sunshine-hued frock showed itself, replaced instead by a bevy of deep pinks and purples straight out of my tooth-rotting seventh-grade candy fetishes. Which isn’t a bad thing. Seriously, Nerds were the best. I mean, of course now it seems so OBVIOUS to take a sucrose crystal and then glaze it with carnauba wax. But back then, boy, Willy Wonka seemed like some sort of brazenly colorful top-hatted wizard. Wait a minute… Albus Dumbledore, is that you?