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Toga Toga Toga!

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.

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Box it up.

Friday night began with Chinese food for dinner and a trip to the liquor store, where Crystal and I quickly decided to purchase a small bottle of Jaeger. After a few shots of Jaeger back home, Crystal, Trevor, and I set out to play beer pong. Ethan joined in on Trevor’s team and they squared off with Crystal and I. We lost, but it was incredibly close. Aaron and a few of his friends jumped in to play after we were finished, but they chose to play with shots of vodka instead of beer. Needless to say, things got a little crazy.

Someone picked up a pair of boxing gloves in the living room and it was quickly decided that there needed to be a boxing match on the front lawn. Everyone ran downstairs to watch what was about to unfold. Shirts came off and gloves went on as Ethan and Aaron began to fight. They ran at each other, punching and rolling around on the lawn, the grass sticking to their panting, sweaty bodies. After an abrupt end, Renae picked up the gloves and began to fight with another close house friend, Carrie.

By the time that all ended, it was still early, so Crystal and I took a few more shots and played another game of beer pong.  Around then, Nala finally came home. She took a shot with us, made a drink, and after hearing the guitar in Ethan and Wesley’s room, we got up and followed the sound. Ethan and Wesley weren’t there, but Carrie was, strumming on the guitar to herself in the closet. We didn’t know where she had gone after the fight, but we were glad to find her! Then Joel made his way into the room, and picked up the guitar and began to play and sing with charisma that defines his unmistakable character. He played and taught me a few chords before I left for the bathroom, only to find that someone had locked themselves in there. I came back to tell Crystal, who retrieved the key and went to unlock it. We opened the door to find Young Wesley making out with a girl against the sink.

“Well, that’s awkward!” Crystal said to them, just loud enough to muffle the sloppy kissing noises emanating from the room.

A few minutes after we returned to the guitar playing in Ethan and Wesley’s room, Wesley and the girl walked in. Everyone looked at each other uncomfortably before we all stood up and walked out of the room at the same time, perhaps making it more awkward for Young Wesley. We laughed as we closed the door behind us, and headed to the living room.

With the risk of sounding way too cliché, little did we know the weekend was just beginning…Yes, that is what it looks like

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