We who are about to drink, salute you!

Last Thursday I made my foray back into the world of undergrad partying (because I was *so* wild when I was younger) and went to my first toga party. It wasn't as raging as I had been lead to believe, but large quantities of Double Brown and first year girls were involved, so there was potential. Seriously, I do not miss those days.

The party was an absolute blast: there's something uniting about a bunch of people standing around drinking beer together whilst dressed in silly costumes. Well, it seems to work for the military, anyway...

Everyone came up with pretty good ideas for togas:

• the birthday boy had one with a pattern of balloons on it (which he rocked because... well, it was his party).
• the birthday boy's flatmate had an army camouflage toga, complete with dog tags.
• my brother had clearly discovered which colour the royals used to wear: purple.
• the first year girls wore matching ones in different colours: polka dotted pink, yellow and green, with matching ballet shoes and sunglasses. Bless.

Sadly, I was the only one who carried on the honourable tradition of wearing a sheet. (I'm not a purist, just lazy and forgetful.) It turns out that there's a really good reason no one uses sheets for togas anymore: they're a pain to sort out. Even though they're remarkably comfy once you've got the safety pins sorted, you still look like you're wearing a sheet. Don't do it, kids. It's just not worth it. In future, I'm buying a 5.5 metre long stretch of fabric and using these instructions to look togarific.

All up, it was a grand night. I had great conversations with some randoms, caught up with a few people I hadn't seen in forever, and discovered that the way to make sure you don't lose your ID when you're drunk is to get your sober mates to sellotape it to your arms. Good times.