Age of Augustus 2011

A toga themed party.  Sound familiar?  (it should if you've been reading)  Last year I wasn't ready.  I slapped an outfit together and went.  I knew we were going this year and had time to plan.  I found some information online to put together something more respectable.  Of course my fellow geeks would beg to differ.

First thing was to take the sheet from last year and cut it.  I made a tunic from it by creating a big pillow case and cutting holes for my head and arms.  Be aware, I don't have a sewing machine so I did the stitches by hand.  It helped to keep the look rough.

Next step was to get several feet of material for the toga itself.  I shaped it so the ends tapered.  The whole thing needed hemmed so I was at it again with needle and thread.  My white rope belt was replaced with a gold one and I kept the grape leaf head band from the previous year.

I was very happy with the results and I could say I made it myself.  There are plenty of pictures this time.  However to keep with tradition, here's the back of my head.

Where's that damn bartender?

Even better, guess who got interviewed?  What a motley bunch.

I think they like the idea, Hoov.

Toga! Toga!

The third annual Age of Augustus toga party was held this year on Boathouse Row.  I had never heard of this charity event but the Colonel insisted I come along.  (glad I did in hindsight)  Yes, people did actually throw on some sheets and get 3 sheets to the wind.  I was hoping for a breeze to come along due to the heat and because some of the ladies had quite short togas.  (none of these women talked to me)

I had rush around to get ready because I didn't have the makings for my costume.  Luckily all it takes is a white sheet and some rope for a belt.  Now I went the extra distance to create a wreath crown.  Just some wire and grape leaf garland but I rocked it!  Jekyll gave me some leather bracers to wear too.  So we had a good time, had plenty to eat and drink, took some nice photos - all of which got lost.  I also have to apologize to whomever has a photo of me giving them the finger on their camera.  You left it unattended on the table and well... I was drinking.  It could always have been worse.

So I present the photos of me at the party.

The back of my head is so sexy they took two pictures of it.  Like I said the rest are gone.  Maybe I should have approached the ladies walking backwards?  Surely they would have talked to me then.