First Weekend of Summer

Friday night, to celebrate the end of the succession of disasters that this school year was, a couple of friends and I decided to go to a night party at a water park! Which, well, really was an apposite idea! For those of you who didn't know, I'm basically an amphibian. For real. I find it nice and happy on land, but take me near water, and I plunge in like a desiccated mermaid. Or maybe less gracefully than that, but that's not the point.
So one of my friends turned up in a huge, leather-seated SUV, and we sped off into the night. We also stopped by at the largest Auchan I'd ever seen.

Anyway, after three security checks and two trips back to the parking lot, we were finally disarmed enough to be able to enter the water park - which happened to be the very definition of paradise, for me! There were steep slides! There were bowl slides (which we got stuck in)! There was a wave pool! There was music! There were flashing lights! There were hot tubs! People were dancing everywhere! Yep, I think I'm going to stop raving about it now. We were there until about 2 AM, and then concluded the night by holding a cherry seed spitting contest in the parking lot - a rather common activity for adults driving expensive cars.

The day following the water park was rather uneventful, especially since I got up from bed at 2 PM, but on Sunday, we held my birthday party at a restaurant! And I got a new camera!!

It's so great, because people are tricked into thinking it shoots on film!

The place was real fancy, the food was good, and the cake was outright delicious. Out of courtesy, though, I'd rather not go into details. That cake was crunchy heaven.

The last slices I managed to salvage.

Following lunch, we decided to go to the book fair that's in the city every summer, but that proved less successful though. Mainly because there were so many people. So. Many. Total tuna effect. I also found the three books I just ordered online the other day for quarter the price. These are the moments when I'm all like "WHY...WHY...WHY??" Oh well. Also, beside my two film history books and the autobiography of Jean Renoir, the rest of the books were either

a) Game of Thrones

b) The Fault in Our Stars (read it before the hype call me a hipster, not John Green's best)

c) discussing medieval weapons in Central Europe

or

d) Game of Thrones

It goes without saying that I didn't buy anything.

This picture is absolutely necessary because look at the

book fair in the background!