If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
- Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
Last night we fell down the rabbit hole. We had "Eat Me" cakes and "Drink Me" potion. We channeled our own Mad Hatter into fancy little headpieces. The candles were too big and the cake too small. We smiled wicked Cheshire smiles. And piled high on the couch as moving pictures played the story before us. A Hookah smoking caterpillar, the Bloody Red Queen, and a fierce Jabberwocky rounded out our cast of characters. And of course we can't forget Alice, the heroine of this fanciful place of curious imagination. We went to bed full of impossible dreams and we counted them down until morning arrived and the White Rabbit led our tea guests away, 6-5-4-3-2-1. The Hatter and the Cat evaporated away into the mist and we were left with only the memory. It was a very merry un-birthday indeed.