July 31, 2007
Tonight I broke the mardi gras necklace I was offered last year from some older, jubilant partygoers. I missed the celebration, I admitted, but that didn't stop them from buying me a drink and trying to coax me into their arms. I accepted the drink politely and smiled, looking for a younger crowd to converse with. Christopher would disapprove, the 30-something I was involved with who said he'd get me into publishing. So would Chuck, the hard-working concientious passive professional who loved me more than I did him. Time to make a living within my own age group, I think.