I went to my first toga party yesterday. No, it was not a "Let's get down and par-tay!" type of thing but a kid's birthday party wher the adults and kids all were askled to dress in togas. Quite a group! A few of them knew each other from a community theatre group, so they had access to the costume department. I knew that I wasn't going to convince anyone that I was a real gladiator or even a real frat boy, so I didn't feel compelled to get me some knee lenth sandals and a chariot. I decide to keep on a layer of clothing on underneqath, although the weather here yesterday would have been fine had I foregone some of the layers. Last year, at this kid's party, we were in the middle of a cold snap, and that was the coldest day. They had a magician out to a show for the kids by the pool, and the poor guy could not unfreeze his hands enough for much of it and to go warm up a lot. It was a little too cold for the rabbits and birds, too.
This year, it was quite lovely, and since the kids are getting older, it involved more contests of skill (or actually taking time to think-- how to build a freestanding building out of nothing but balloons an scotchtape).
