On Sunday, I *woke* *up* incapable of forming coherent sentences. No, really.

I had clearly overdone it all weekend. My body was already in a weakened state and I had pushed it to its limit. If I hadn't had cosplay plans, I might (might) have eaten the cost of that Sunday badge (because we have to buy individual days now) and just stayed home--especially as I was expected in Brooklyn that evening to celebrate my grandmother's birthday. I couldn't think straight and I couldn't talk and I couldn't walk very far.

So, I--apparently--straightened my hair. I have no idea whether I did this Saturday night or Sunday morning. I apparently put in my violet contacts, and put on my makeup, and put on my costume. I'm assuming I took the train into Manhattan. I do remember texting our Makoto, Rachael, to let her know I was at the con, and her telling me they were gathering in the SyFy lounge until all of us arrived. I vaguely recollect David texting me to find out where I was, so he could see me one last time before the weekend was over, and him sitting with me on the floor. I remember sitting on the floor, and being grateful to be off my feet. I don't remember who decided where we were shooting, but I do remember all of us moving in a group down the stairs, through the main lobby and outside, and having to tell people who wanted to take our photos that we were late, we couldn't stop.

I know we took a lot of pictures under the bridge outside, because we have them, and I know Doc joined us, because I have those pictures as well. I'm pretty sure I was the one who told him to take a picture of us from below, so apparently my creativity was not as hampered as my executive functions. I'm 100% certain every single girl was a joy to pose with; Nicole and Rae as Moon and Luna were just so adorable together. Janelle as our Mercury was so deliciously energetic, if I had been feeling better I would have been bouncing along with her. Christine went along with my MarsxVenus poses even though this was the first time we were really hanging out. Our Pluto, Nina kept checking on me to make sure I was okay. Elena made sure we were on schedule, like the boss B Uranus is, and Michelle kept coming up with new pose ideas, much as the artistic Neptune might. I tended to gravitate towards Rachael the most, since we had been seated at the same table at the ball, but Danielle, our Saturn, helped put us all at ease with each other. They were, and are, a really terrific group of girls.

After a shoot under the bridge, we had a paid (? I think? I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH OF A FOG I WAS IN THIS DAY) shoot with Cat Trzaskowski, who had also been a photographer at the Silver Millennium Masquerade Ball. I remember Doc letting Cheez shoot with his camera, thus reinfecting Cheez with the photography bug. I know the two of them put me safely in a cab when the photoshoot was over, and I remember borrowing a velour track suit when I got to my grandmother's house in Brooklyn, because, as lovely as this costume was, I couldn't stand being in it another second.

So, that's the story all about how I attended all four days of New York Comic Con in four different costumes two weeks removed from a calcium deficiency induced hospital stay. I...cannot, in all honesty, recommend it. However, I know me. I would have been so insanely upset about missing the con, and wasting all that money, if I hadn't gone. I wouldn't have had a good time if I had gone in casual clothes, either. And I couldn't have borne disappointed Lani, or any of the Moonie squad. I did what I felt what right, I don't think I could have done anything differently. And it all turned out all right in the end.

But, Christ, never again. David found calcium gummies that taste better than candy, and seem to work with my body better than the prescription ones the doctor put me on, so I'm better now, thank goodness. We'll see what challenges the next con has in store.