Toga party
Last night Chrissie invited me to a toga party. I asked her if she was going to wear a toga and she said no; with that I agreed to go. Well, I started joking about wearing a paper towel toga and nothing underneath. Katie (Chrissie's sister) thought that that was a great idea especially if there was any spilling of drinks.
When I arrived at their house, both Chrissie and Katie were wearing togas!
Apparently their mother has great toga making skills. She even ran outside, cut branches from an ivy, and made snazzy laural crowns. At that point I was getting jealous... I mean, I wanted one too. So like a flash Chrissie's mom hooked this sistah up. My toga looked a bit ghetto, but it served the point.
That's my look of indifference about the ghetto toga.
When we arrived, we didn't see anyone in togas. Katie was tempted to take her's off. But after seeing one guy in a Incredible Hulk bedsheet toga, we decided to keep the theme rolling. There were a lot of nice togas... some chicks even brought golden chalices. How I wish I had a golden chalice! Oh, and there were toga hootchies there too. Like, they were wearing togas that Jlo would wear.
And one guy in the band had a banana penis popping out of his toga.
Later he came by and started a sing along with me and Hrn.
Yea, Hrn came too, but she won't let me post pics of her. She didn't want to wear a toga, but that didn't stop her teasing of our ivy. She said it looked like we had fallen into a bush.
Katie tried to lead me and Chrissie in a few ballroom dances, but we ended up sucking at it. I started dancing like a thug and Hrn said I looked like an uncoordinated thug.
Chrissie and Katie knew the owner, so he stopped by and said hi. Then he shook his chest at me. Later he called me Poison Ivy, then changed my name to Ivy and said that I was being kinky. The not so highlight of the night was when some 40yr old guy who worked at the bar hit on me. Yuck!
Besides that, Good times.
When I arrived at their house, both Chrissie and Katie were wearing togas!
Apparently their mother has great toga making skills. She even ran outside, cut branches from an ivy, and made snazzy laural crowns. At that point I was getting jealous... I mean, I wanted one too. So like a flash Chrissie's mom hooked this sistah up. My toga looked a bit ghetto, but it served the point.
That's my look of indifference about the ghetto toga.
When we arrived, we didn't see anyone in togas. Katie was tempted to take her's off. But after seeing one guy in a Incredible Hulk bedsheet toga, we decided to keep the theme rolling. There were a lot of nice togas... some chicks even brought golden chalices. How I wish I had a golden chalice! Oh, and there were toga hootchies there too. Like, they were wearing togas that Jlo would wear.
And one guy in the band had a banana penis popping out of his toga.
Later he came by and started a sing along with me and Hrn.
Yea, Hrn came too, but she won't let me post pics of her. She didn't want to wear a toga, but that didn't stop her teasing of our ivy. She said it looked like we had fallen into a bush.
Katie tried to lead me and Chrissie in a few ballroom dances, but we ended up sucking at it. I started dancing like a thug and Hrn said I looked like an uncoordinated thug.
Chrissie and Katie knew the owner, so he stopped by and said hi. Then he shook his chest at me. Later he called me Poison Ivy, then changed my name to Ivy and said that I was being kinky. The not so highlight of the night was when some 40yr old guy who worked at the bar hit on me. Yuck!
Besides that, Good times.