Friday night Brianna and I decided to throw a toga party. We were excited to have control of the people who showed up for once, so we decided to go all out. At least as all out as our limited budget would allow. We purchased gold and white streamers and garlands of ivy to decorate the house, and Trevor and I went around the neighborhood collecting giant palm leaves to adorn the entry way.
Around 8pm, and hour and a half before the party was scheduled start (per facebook), Brianna and Trevor’s girlfriend, Camry, arrived to help decorate the living room and create our togas. We left to purchase wine and beer, already stocked with vodka. After the quick alcohol run, we went to work on our togas. We crafted ivy headdresses and tied gold sashes around our makeshift costumes. After we were dressed to the nines and the house looked like a cheap frat’s version of Greece, we began to drink. Shots mixed with beer pong, which mixed with wine pong, before people started to arrive. A refreshing amount of people came to the party, all wearing togas. We considered it a success as the room filled with festive friends. Not a single random person showed up that night.
The party seemed like just a bunch of mingling, but underneath the surface, behind closed doors, and out on the street, mayhem was brewing. Carrie, another party attendee got into an altercation with a few people, including Jameson, who ended up storming out of the house after ripping his toga off, flinging an empty bottle of vodka across the room, and spitting on a couple of people. There was your typical girl drama, your typical uncomfortable couch hit-on sessions, and the inevitable sight of people passed out way too early. In short, despite Travis and Aaron’s absence, the party was still sufficiently crazy, especially considering this was the first toga party we’ve thrown or attended. Way too cliché quintessential college experience party? Check.