Whilst Sparkledammerung goes on around me, I am taken back to last year, when it was Potterdammerung. 

And then there came The Epilogue. Aka That Bit We All Tried to Exacto Knife Out And Pretend Never Happened. 

I give S credit because she tried valiantly to like and justify the Epilogue. This lasted one week. I give Trouble credit because she called me in a state of pure WTF from her family's place off in Nowheresland. Kitty was still near sobbing about it that fall. 

But, you know, a year goes by. You think... it's over. I don't care about silly childish fandoms like Harry Potter. 

And then, sitting out on Trouble's deck with a glass of Capt and Coke at 2am, Sansa sighs dramatically and says she fears all her series shall end the way Potter did. Immediately we're back on the many countless ways which we hate Deathly Hallows. 

The Neverending Camping Trip has become the standard by which we all judge boring sequences. It has become a source of amusement to debate how we shall divide the 7th book- will it be Camp Out Part 1 and 2 or will the Camping Trip take up the entirety of the 2nd movie until the last 15 minutes? 

When Sansa says she hated the latest Stephanie Plum book, and alleges it was written by someone other than JEvanovich, I have to ask "Like, Deathly Hallows bad?" I don't think Deathly Hallows deserves the hatred we heap on it. ... but I can't bear to read again and find out. It's just become the by-word for "disappointing sequel" for us. It's nearly a verb: "Oh god, they're going to Deathly Hallows us." 

So while I wait for Trouble and Sansa to finish Breaking Dawn, I sit here wondering: "how long will this take to live down?" I' m beginning to think the best thing to happen to a series is maybe to never be finished. Leave it one book away from completion and never look back.

So, you've had 2 martinis and a Capt Morgan and Coke. A third martini is in your hands. You've got amazing friends and you're talking about shiny, shiny 70s sports cars with Strider, and why he hasn't finished rebuilding the particularly awesome specimen in front of you. 
... and suddenly, you dont' feel so well. 
Like, really not well. 
Like maybe you're going to throw up and die. 
You run outside of the shop and hit the gravel, and everything goes blank. 

The next thing you vaguely remember, Strider and Sansa are trying to pour some water into you because nothing at all has come out of your stomach- not even the alcohol- while you keep dry heaving. 

PartyBoy has you and he's lifting you... somewhere. 

Trouble's voice. Come on, Summer, you have to /breathe/. Except it hurts and you're tired and you can't stop choking.

"Someone get her inhaler. Summer, wake up." Sansa has you. PartyBoy's holding you on your side. Strider is consulting Trouble on how to work the cell phones... Sansa's shoving an inhaler in your mouth... Puffs... lots of them...

Your mom is there. Her face is grim and she orders you to the car. Strider and Sansa lift you but your legs aren't working and you can't stop shaking... Someone lifts you again. PartyBoy? Strider? Someone. 

Sansa climbs in the backseat and keeps a hand on your shoulder, while explaining the night to mom.

The Emergency Room. Bright lights. Cant' stop throwing up nothing. 

Bed. Doctor. Still can't stop throwing up nothing. Doctor isn't listening. He decides you have just had "too much to drink." Sansa keeps explaining and he keeps not listening. Sansa has a look of pure murder on her usually sweet face. You wonder out loud if you're imagining all of this. Sadly, you are told, you are not. You are not crazy, you are sick and this is not the alcohol. Doctor is just not listening.

Still throwing up nothing. Doctor informs you that hey, your blood oxygen is at almost somewhere around 100% so you must be fine. You realize the doctor is Persian. Possibly this explains why he is not paying any attention to what you're saying.. or he's just being stupid.

Hour later. Still throwing up nothing. But now there's an occasional five minutes of not throwing up. Chills start. 

Nurse comes in with pills for the nausea. Mother points out that hey, see how her face is bright red and her hands and her feet and they're looking... rash-like? Yeah, that is NOT NORMAL. Doctor returns. Glances at your feet. "Huh, that does look odd. Sure, we'll get something for that."

Now throwing up pills.

Nurse returns with Benadryll shot. Claims "It should help with the nausea too."  ... Injection goes in. The water just ingested comes up. 

Mom marches back in and announces that we are leaving right now. This is useless. 

Benadryll shot has had effect similar to elephant tranquilizers. Walking is tricky. Still, somehow, the car is found. Hey, hadn't they said you were just drunk? Should you have Benadryll if you're drunk? Something's not making sense...

Wake up a few hours later. World is spinning unpleasantly. Stomach feels like it has been attacked by sandpaper. Head in a fog. Nothing making sense. However, face, hands, feet and arms are no longer red and funny-looking.

48 hours later, dizziness still happening. Clearly this is all the work of that dastardly third martini.

So how was everyone else's weekend? Sigh. 

months of absolutely nothing and boom a whole slew of stuff to do!!! 

I got a new job- I know, omg, Summer abandoned the country club! Well, I'll still work there if they need someone maybe but I lucked into finding a new job at the popular bistro-deli thing in town which is the best place ever to do lunch so I jumped at it. I get a ton more hours and hey, I still have the perks of the country club anyway (read: Trouble and S keep filling my drinks). One of my classmates from elementary-high school, who was in the gifted program with me, his mom just took over as one of the new owners so I didn't even really interview. I went in, said hey I can work whenever, and I had a job. 

So I asked for a job tuesday afternoon and I started Wed morning. I love it so far- it's fun, the girls I work with are sweet and the place is superbusy. I'm still the confused new girl but I'll learn. The only thing to top it would be if Trouble got hired too. My mother rolled her eyes and told me that some day I will actually have to interview for jobs instead of skipping in and being hired.

Tonight, Trouble and I are hitting her friends' usual Huge Summer Party in the Middle of Nowhere. We're taking a fifth of Capt Morgan, and I'll hopefully make it to work at 11 tomorrow. I get off work at 2, and I'm driving to Lillies War, which is the hugebig SCA event. I'm staying with Arina and I'll be hanging out with Cathus and Rowan and zomgdancing. 

I don't know what I've been up to, but wow I keep getting shocked looks when I tell people I'm turning 24 followed by "No really. You aren't that old." And yet, I will be 24 on Sunday. I'm a father's day present again. 

Other than that, I've been contenting myself with online rpg's because something has gone haywire in my writing and nothing is working right. The games make good practice but something's still off. i know I write better when I'm having a whirlwind social life but I've been broke (read: saving for lilies) so I couldn't really run around but I can play at running around. 

Games To Find Summer In: 
 Toujours Liberer - French Revolution era game set in London and Paris, super active and hella fun. 
I'm playing Mary Roper- the longlost baby sister of one major underworld character, and the sort of adopted pet of the underworld boss. And those two hate one another, so she's in for trauma. She ran into her brother when she asked him for a job at his brothels, strangely enough. She's also got friends on both sides of the Revolution, including a best friend in France who masquerades as a boy to help the cause. Mary's role in life is to be sweet, bubbly, tragic, and fun to party with... Think Sansa Stark but with sex.
If you can picture the sheer wtfery of Mary's plotline with the Underworld Boss- she's played by Anna Popplewell (susan in Narnia *points at icon*) and he's Daniel Day Lewis (as seen in Gangs of New York). He's a raging psychopath, she adores that because sadly enough he was the only sane, kind adult she ever knew.

A Gathering of Shadows - Westeros in 600 years (and no you don't need to have read the books, we're all there for the backstabbery and machinations, and the canon characters are dead). The Targaryen king is dead without an heir and the Free Cities are moving in for the kill. We're trying to decide whether we should rework the setting since the original mod disappeared and our king's player is having a personal crisis. I'm not sure if it would be best to just un-king the king and let everyone scrabble for being named king or just tell everyone to just start scheming and killing one another. It's a small group of players though and everyone's there to scheme, plot and generally cause chaos. A slower pace but oh so much fun.  
I mod the thing, sadly enough. But I also play Elia Martell (heiress to Dorne, adept with poisons, born to party and politic with equal fervor, and none too happy about the disappearance of her older sister the Queen), Jonath Rowan (gruff, growly Kingsguard), Genna Stark (6 year old twin, daddy's girl and newly-made princess, as well as a holy terror), and Kyra Bolton-Tyrell (sweet-seeming psychopath unwillingly transplanted to the Tyrell family and dreaming of skinning them all alive).

Pandemansion - Pan fandom. It sort of died but it's getting restarted. There's a fabulous Dr Who and an amazing Legolas, and some other characters who are just too much fun.

The Dr Who player from Pandemansion asked me to join a game set in Who/Torchwood universe although it's au and got a pretty interesting idea behind it. I don't know a whole lot of Who and such but I think it might be fun.