To-ga! To-ga! To-ga!

I know you love the Bunco posts and I apologize for being delinquent in posting this!  I am in a blogging rut.  But as always, we had a blast playing Bunco and this time it was a Toga Party.  We had Greek food, Greek get-ups, and this GIANT Greek Bunco sign that Joann (our host) had specially made and shipped here for our party.  How. Cool. Is. THIS?!?

Her mom is even cooler for shipping it for her. Apparently the company (like many, sadly) wouldn't ship to FPO addresses so her mom mailed it for her.  Can you picture her lugging this thing to the post office and saying, "How much to ship this to Japan, please?"  She wins mother of the year, as far as I'm concerned!


Anyway, I digress. Back to Togas.  Personally, I have never been to a toga party which is funny considering I did spend a lot of time at parties in college.  However, I just wasn't into the whole tying-a-sheet-around-my-body and trying to make it look good with safety pins and duct tape so I snatched up my friend Kristin's offer to wear her Spartan costume. Um, YES, please!


The ladies looked beautiful, as always.  The food was yummy and after we had eaten all the Feta one could possibly eat in one evening, the Bunco commenced.  However... we made it through only one round because there was much stopping and starting and shenanigans by certain members of the group. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard.  Something glass was broken in the bathroom (not by me).  I ended up with an Ivy ring around my head.  Togas may or may not have started to spontaneously disassemble. Madness, I tell you, madness!!

After that happened, we decided to call it a night.  Clearly we had reached our expiration time and it was time for us to be on our way!  But not without one last chant of "To-ga! To-ga! To-ga!" that happened to be performed laying sideways on the floor...