February 16, 2010
Catelyn was adorned in multiple mardi gras necklaces today as she moved to unlock the drawer that contained my till. "Oh, it's Mardi Gras!" I commented. "Could never get used to spelling paczki correctly." During break, Dina gave me a string of pink beads even though I asked for green. I watched them shimmer under the lights in the warehouse, recalling sunnier days in Florida. It was always such a celebration down there, especially among other gay men and women. A part of me wanted to show them off more, but I kept my Carrhart on--the drafts were unpredictable.