Time Adrift Among Open Stars

Even though there walls a whole Dimensionality factor involved, Summer would have actually have felt a little bad about spending Father's Day Weekend around Seattle and then not at least stop in to see her dad and grandpa (and, he'll, Morty, too, joining the line of terrible fathes in this household). She definitely wasn't dropping in until later in the afternoon, when the ringing from the concert started to finally drain from her skull, and she was spending most of her time on the couch and on her phone.

But, like, it was important, what she was typing out, in a mass text to whoever the multiverse wanted to deliver it to:

hey everyone!
Just do you know, I'm throwing a big
BIRTHDAY BEACH PARTY SUMMER SUMMER BASH!
On Friday (the 20th)

Drinks, food, music, maybe games, idk, but whatever, just show up and have fun!
Because it's almost summer and it's also mg birthday!

There. Now to text a few other people spd finally about stuff and continuing ignoring her family in real time so that she could at least say she was present, what more did they want?

[[ open for calls, texts, rando visits, whatever!]]