thehefner | May Day.

Yes, May Day. A day of major signigficance both to my pagan friends and to my follow Washington College students. But with extra meaning for me.

Two years ago, I met Misty. And one year ago, for related reasons, it was emotionally the worst day of my life. It was probably the least fun I have ever had being naked.

The great WAC tradition has forever been marked by those two days for me. Whereas for many others, it's a day to get naked and have lots of sex, give or take a couple beers and pagan gods. Between all that, this is a day that makes me mightily uncomfortable. I just kind of wish we could bypass the whole event.

Which got me thinking, maybe I could be the May Day Ebeneezer Scrooge.

Just think about it. I could go around, grumbling about how everyone should put clothes on, stop dancing around that may pole, what's the point, you're just going in circles!

But then, of course, the ghosts would come, wouldn't they?

Ghost: I am the Ghost of May Day Present!
Me: AIIIEEE!
Ghost: Be not afraid, I'm not a bad ghost!
Me: No, I mean, put some clothes on for God's sake! You're a huge fat bearded naked guy covered in drippings from the turkey legs you're eating!
Ghost: Hey, be cool, man. Have some Natty Boh.

I have had no food as of yet today, so don't expect me to have been going somewhere with this.