Mambo Night

To go, or not to go: That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous syllabus requirements,
Or to take arms against a sea of devilish temptations
And by submitting end them. To dance: to drink;
No more; and by a drink to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand stressful grievances
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To dance, to drink;
To dance: perchance to freedom: aye, there's the rub
For in that dance of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect.

hmmm. oddly, it makes some sense. whoever said literature doesn't apply to real life should be shot in the head.