Tomorrow is midsummer’s eve. The summer solstice, the longest day of the year, my half birthday truth be told (hint sailor, bring chocolate…). My favourite Shakespearian play – beats Romeo and Julliet "What light from yonder window breaks? It is the East and Julliet is the sun…." or the tragedies "take thee to a nunnery…" It’s about sex, bawdy parties, immoral adult dancing naked under the full moon, and I wish I could recreate it. Who hasn’t wanted to have sex with a Minator, fairy or hobgoblin named Puck? I want a party with magical lights, a donkey headed, obnoxious fool, royalty, controlled substances and gossamer wings where everyone has sex at the end. Who am I kidding, it sounds like my frosh week – as I went off to University. Only then, the only royalty was the "head girl".
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.