toga

Not long ago Matt and I were watching National Lampoon's Animal House starring John Belushi. Matt is steadily amassing a collection of "screwball" 80s comedy DVDs which I presume he uses to inspire his obnoxious behaviour and "humour". Anyway, there's a great scene in that movie where the nerd fraternity have this enormous toga party and become kings of the college - watching it, almost simultaneously Matt and I turned to each other and blurted "Bawawecra should have a toga party!" - much overexcited hugging and dancing around the loungeroom ensued.

So it seems Matt is prettty excited by this idea - yesterday morning I walked into the bathroom to get my toothbrush to find him arranging his mingy blue towel across his torso like a toga, puffing himself up in the mirror and intoning latin proverbs under his breath. Or something. I think this means we should have our toga party sooner rather than later.

PREDICTIONS:

- Nick will find some way to make a toga out of fishnet material....or spaff rags.
- Steph will still be crippled and hobble about in her bedsheet like some hilariously freshfaced crone.
- Matt will get so drunk that he drops his guard leading to the toga-dacking of a lifetime, probably care of Nick and/or Kynan. He will be wearing pink underwear.