I have just returned from a May Day Ball, which promised to celebrate Spring, paganism, communism, and dancing. Obviously, it was not actually May Day, and in Rhode Island it was a gray, dreary day, not at all a Spring day worth celebrating. The paganism was rather perfunctory; there was a may pole, but no may queen was sacrificed, and it was obvious that the may pole dancers didn't know what they were doing. I'm sure no gods at all were successfully propitiated, so I now know who to blame if the crops don't grow this year. Finally, there was really no communism at all.
Admittedly, I did dance with a number of beautiful, charming women, so I suppose I shouldn't be churlish. Surely that was the most important part, and my reason for posting this under love advice. I think it was very foolish of me not to have learned ballroom dancing a long time ago, and I heartily recommend it to all.
I still wish there had actually been some communism, though.