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Toga! Toga!
An evening at the Venice camping ground acts as the theatre to a battle between the shining light of busabout and the bitter, weeping dark of Topdeck. Bedsheets and ivy. Expensive beers and Poker Face on repeat. Toga was the call, and toga we resounded. TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!
I am still amazed that toga parties seem to have this magical quality to them where just wrapping a sheet around yourself seems to make even the most hardened teetotalers down shot after shot until all personal dignity and self control is lost. Maybe it has something to do with Animal House. I am starting to think that maybe the directors of the hit 1978 film embedded subliminal messaging into every 163rd frame of the film, driving those who watch it to throw all caution to the wind whenever the word “toga” is uttered by a drunk overweight dude with a beer in his hand. I am very intrigued by an idea put forward by a few canadians of a “Pants Off Party” though. After all from what I’ve been told everything is more fun with your pants off. I’ll see what I can organise when I get home.
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There are times when I think “Damn, a girlfriend would be handy”. Not for the obvious benefits of getting her to check what that sound out the front was, or a someone to watch my beer while I go to the loo down the local pub but then duck out to check the score on the cricket. Those things go without saying. No this time it was someone to share a gondola ride with in Venice.
Gliding down the winding, beautiful canals of Venice with the wonderful yet completely plutonic friends I made on the bus lacked something. Romance I would say. Comments on the gondola included discussions on how much our very talented gondolier was going to try to rip us off, or what that strange smell was. I don’t recall a single nothing whispered in any ears, if nothings can be recalled in the first place. Maybe old mate Alan did whisper something, in which case I am not sure I really would want to recall the nothing that may or may not have been whispered. Oh: and they let my beer get drunk while I was checking the score on the cricket instead of going to the loo. Definitely NOT something a girlfriend would do, particularly during a gondola ride.