Shall I call it awkward?  Because, Romeo and Juliet with all guys really is.  WE started it today in English class, and I just about died from laughing.  

A member of the drama club, named Galahad (no kidding), began as Sampson, supported by a Gregory who's name I didn't know.  If you don't know the play, those two speak with tons of innuendo for the first couple of pages, and Galahad made a quite inappropriate (but very funny) gesture for "thrust."  But when Taki entered as Romeo, I laughed so hard that I had to lean against my desk for support.  Neil's Benvolio was perfect, and I realized just how great he was at acting.  He gave Galahad a run for his money.

Alex was forced to be Juliet, but we didn't get to any of his parts.  The sword fight in the first scene lasted too long, and, when everyone was shouting and calling out stuff like "You're defence is bad," "watch you're foot work," and "get him while he's down," it took a while for the teacher to calm everyone down.  

Everyone was in a festive, Shakespearean mood after that, and we walked down the hallways together, shouting all of the bard's stuff that we had memorized.  

"All the worlds a stage..." Neil began overdramatically.

"But never has there been a tale of more woe than this of Othello."  

"For not having that, which, having, makes them short." Neil said, explaining.

"In love?"  I asked.

"Out--"

"Rebellious subjects, enemies to the peace."  Hans interrupted, pushing aside Frans in an attempt to be more princely.

Frans righted himself.  "Do you quarrel, sir?"

"Quarrel sir! No, sir."  Hans got right up in his brother's face.  

Hans looked apologetically at his brother.  "Oh, coz.  I rather weep."

"You know this really makes no sense."  I told them, breaking up their touching scene.  

Neil put a hand on my shoulder.  "At least this palpable-gross play hath well beguiled the heavy gait of night."

"It's just a little past noon."  I informed him, pointing to the sun out the window.  

All the boys laughed.  

"I'm going to be late for class."  I told them.  "Parting is such sweet sorrow."