For a few good reasons, I was part of a Toga Dinner last week.
It involved bedsheets, Pizza Hut, and more than enough hairy legs to suit anybody’s liking.
As you can see, there was considerable involvement from the core of our twisted little minds.
Marc and I spent the earlier part of the afternoon in a Value Village looking for appropriate wear, searching first in juvenile sheets. I was hoping to make use of a Sesame Street sheet, but it was made for a child’s single bed, and I’m at least an Adult’s Double. Well, after trying various sheets, Marc and I settled on a matching pink pair for a $1.99 each. I also found a boss pair of Oakleys, for $1.49, and Marc found himself some mighty-fine working glasses.
When Mike Friesen arrived, he’d brought his own bed sheet. It was a tough fit to put on. Marc and I assisted him, and we can better understand how females may take their time in preparation for a night out. Then, we realized that all our time was taken up by pinning Mike’s toga, and that girls couldn’t possibly ever have problems like this to contend with. We all know that girls do not wear clothes with pins, so there is no real excuse for staying in a bedroom for twenty minutes “getting ready”.
Well, when we got to the restaurant, we had reserved a table for the rest of the crew, who had yet to arrive.
Brandon, Rene and Matt all came with very colourful and unique togas; Matt’s was his own bed sheet; Rene’s was a dashing blue cover, that made him look like he stepped out of DaVinci’s Last Supper; and Brandon’s was a festive orange making him look the most Krishna of all.
The other diners in the vacant restaurant seemed to quietly be amused at this table of some-what-rowdies. We had eyes turning and people whispering and our server had said that we had definitely made her evening.
Marc had attempted to ask out the server, while wearing the glasses (pictured on Rene’s face above). He had decided to play an awkward and bashful oaf to the bemusement of the entire table. Carolyn had remarked that she had taken for granted the antics of our group, they were so common to be around. Yet to others, we still act like a novelty with many “Are-they-for-real?” sort of reactions.
Younger Matt and Joel D came out later in the evening, both not wearing togas. Matt had taken the bus, and Joel had just come from his work. So, they were sort-of let off the hook for pooping the party. By the time we had finished the dinner and were getting ready to leave, I had found that although there was very little coverage, the toga was a comfortable garment to wear. Sure, I had on some running shorts, but I was also wearing flip-flops. Those Romans were on to something. I will give them credit.
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photo credit for toga boys, toga strong, toga phone, toga glasses1, toga wonder goes to Carolyn Reimer
photo credit fot toga2 goes to Joel Dixon
my favorite picture is the one where you’re in the background posing in the ugly glasses and a toga, and Chars is on the phone with a completely indifferent look on her face as if this sort of thing happens all the time.