Thursday: Toga! Toga! Toga! ... 2000!

Todd, Chris, Chad, Tyson, Kim, Tomas
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After another solid night, the four of us are able to stumble into the University at 12:30 to confirm our course choices (fairly important business).  As we arrive everyone inquires about what craziness we got up to last night - apparently the word has gotten out and we've developed a little bit of a reputation 'round these parts.  Not too sure if that's a good or bad thing as of yet.  Anyway, we actually stayed at the Uni until 5:30 attending various workshops and speeches (feeling guilty about missing the past two days) and ended up learning nothing.  We did, however, stop by the huge IKEA on our way home and picked up some 5 SEK ($0.80 CDN) hot dogs as well as some pink bed sheets for a little something they call a....TOGA PARTY!!!  Sweeeeet.  Our favourite place (Centrum) was holding the festivities and the night had bad news written all over it.

Chris looking very emperor-like...assuming Caesar always carried around two tall-boy cans of beer
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We started the evening with some pre-drinking in our Togas (now would be a good time to explain why we do so much pre drinking.  At Centrum 1 glass of cheap Ã…bro beer = 43 SEK = $7.10 CDN.  That's why).  The beers were not going down as smoothly as they had been the previous three nights - possibly our livers sending messages through our taste buds.  Fortunately there was some Crown Royal and Absolut left so we were sitting pretty.  None of us knew how to tie a toga and the internet was still off in our apartment so we decided we'd just wing it.  I think mine turned out okay, but everyone else kind of looked like the 1804 Greek Special Olympic Team.  The main thing was that they were on and not likely to fall off...I needed pockets so I threw on some shorts underneath; as I would find out later that would ultimately be a good call.  I was sort of worried about an awkward bus ride downtown in front of a bunch of dumbfounded Swedes, but I was relieved to be joined by about 30 other toga-clad party-goers when we arrived at the bus stop.  Tyson joked around with 2 unimpressed Swedish girls, but other than that we were able to stay out of trouble.

The beers were not going down as smoothly as they had been the previous three nights

Once again posing in front of heavy machinery
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The party itself was great fun - how can three dance floors full of scantily-clad women be bad? (well I suppose the amount of scantily-clad men could be a factor, but it wasn't on this night).  The toga also held up really good considering it was the first time, until it was torn off by a precocious Estonian girl (oh my!)...so I alternated between wearing it as a scarf and a cape for the rest of the night.  The rest of the night was spent drinking and dancing, just like life should be.

Yum yum yum
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Oh yeah, and Tyson passed out in a bathroom stall...in case you were wondering.  He then attempted to walk home in sub-zero temperatures in nothing but a toga...apparently newspapers were used to keep his body warm as he walked.  After ending up in the suburbs somewhere he turned around and walked back downtown to get a cab.  That guys leaves me speechless sometimes...