Dancing and phallic imagery and drinking, oh my! May day is definitely a new favorite holiday. Like... why didn't we do this all the time? Or did lots of people and my family is just super lame? Because that's totally possible. I love them and everything, but my mom likes square dancing. I mean come on, I can't make this stuff up.

Also, Mikey, how's your foot? I mean I think I only jabbed your toe good that one time but I feel like I owe you ice or something.

Oh, and Susan, Rolf, and Mike? You are the best dates a girl could ask for. Everyone else should feel inadequate or something. Sorry. It's just the truth.

And then there's Quidditch tomorrow, guys. Quidditch. I still feel like I woke up in a dream. Or a fairy tale. I mean, I guess in a sense I could still argue this is a fairy tale. Legend and all... anyway. Or a hell I haven't quite figured out yet. I mean after what happened

Hope everyone else is having a blasty blast. Cheers.