Mayday

I have a rather conflicted relationship with Mayday. On the one hand, it seems awesome: an all day party! On the other hand, I don't really like parties. I'm kind of bad at them. Also, Mayday starts SO EARLY. Last year, there was no coffee at breakfast, and I was grumpy for hours because not only did I have to get up at the asscrack of dawn (okay, 8, but still), but there was no caffeine! And this Mayday there is word of a certain state regulatory board that has been active on other campuses showing up here. And frankly, police make me nervous. It doesn't matter if I haven't done anything illegal, I still get unaccountably uncomfortable when there is a police presence. Add a police presence to an event where I'm wandering around with a crown of flowers on my head in bare feet, wearing a dress that refuses to cover all of my appropriate parts, and I begin to actively consider just staying inside all day. However, the call of strawberries and my friends will probably win me over.