another really disjointed series of images and feelings. i was at some sort of mardi gras party at nathan's parents' summer house in new orleans (which doesn't exist, btw). i kept looking for a costume, and i was getting very disappointed. nathan kept asking where mitchell was. some guy had crashed nathan's new bmw. not really crashed it. dented it. he was sitting on a couch complaining about what an idiot he was.

there were a lot of colors. that's all i really remember.