quicko: toga parties

I was appalled the other day to discover I have friends who have never decked themselves out in sheets and ivy to parade around pretending to adore feta and olives.

It all comes of being Australian, you see, and not having that quintessential American undergrad experience.  (Okay, so my toga party was in sixth grade, and I have a sneaking suspicion there might have been a toga day at band camp, but I had other things in college.  Reformation Day parties, for instance.)  It's tragic, but can't be helped.  I'd happily throw my friends a toga party now, but they think they're all mature and grown up and past those sorts of things.

But really.  If you haven't had a toga party, you can hardly consider yourself fully mature.