Friday night was toga night. I prepared by baking a pie (Pumpkin Pecan Pie Crisp
made with almonds instead of pecans. It was delicious) and Chinese tea eggs, which look like this:
They were very interesting to make, even if the flavour was a little too subtle for me to justify all the work. Still, I think they're beautiful to look at.
I got f00dave
to wrap me up in red broadcloth, and then pin it all in place. No, it's not a real toga. My classics graduate self was cringing at the impropriety of a woman wearing a man's garment (for shame! Roman drag!), and also at wearing a rectangle of cloth and calling it a toga. A real toga is much more specific. And it wasn't rectangular in shape. But I digress.knightky
showed up and started trying to get into his toga: a blue sheet. Much to my great amusement, it was a fitted sheet.
Luckily for him, Dave had more broadcloth: a nice piece of chocolate brown fabric. And so, all togaed up, Amelia, Dave, Kyle, and I went off to the Roman Bloodstone to have our orgy. Ok, so we didn't have an orgy, but Caligula did. That's what we had playing in the background. I was most amused by Steph's reaction to Caligula's blessing of the wedding of Proculus. Oh, poor Proculus. At the very least, Caligula ought to have removed his giant signet ring. Shameful, really.
In honour of the poor doomed sod, here's some deleted footage in which he manages to survive against the odds.
Some day, I will have penis and vagina cakes a la Caligula. Those were very fancy. Especially with the smoke coming out of the vagina. I'm still not sure what that was supposed to be. Perhaps a burning case of syphilis? There were plenty of examples of the ravages of that disease throughout the movie. Oh, Peter O'Toole....
We didn't play any Roman games at the party, I'm afraid, although I did get fed some peeled grapes. I could get used to having a grape-peeling slave, although he'd only be brought out for special occasions, I suppose. Somehow, my toga managed to stay on, despite its precarious nature. I was certain there'd be some accidental nudity, but my false modesty remained intact. After good food, good wine, and good company, I bid all a good night and went home.
The next day, we had testosterone movie night, filled with all sorts of menergy. We watched the most recent Rambo movie, Conan the Barbarian, The Condemned (starring a bunch of WWE wrestlers), and Commando. I'd forgotten just how dreadful Commando is. The acting is lamentable. I slept through most of it, I think, partially because of the copious amounts of white Merlot I imbibed.
Yesterday, I helped my sister move into her new place in London. Then I was peopled out for the rest of the day, and sequestered myself in my sanctum sanctorum, aka the ShanCave.
Today, I went to a cycling class, and in a couple of hours, I'll be pole dancing. I expect to be too sore to move afterwards. Good. I'll do something comparable tomorrow.
How about you? What did you do this weekend?