Sheets & Toga Party – A Very Short Story
Back around 1983 or so I attended a toga party with the fellow I was dating at the time. Animal House had come out in 1978 and I guess young people still thought the idea novel enough to copy.
My mother had always bought matching sheet sets for her bedroom and mine. I think I even had a matching coverlet when I was very young. This being the case, there was not a white sheet in our whole house. I think she may have had some robin’s egg blue ones but I chose to select from my own sheet sets rather than tainting my mother’s linens at a party where a lot of drinking was going to be going on.
I decided on an earthy flowered sheet. My boyfriend looked at me askance, but neither of us had the time or extra money to go buy a white sheet. We proceeded on to the party.
Everyone at the party was wearing a white toga except for me. I thought it was pretty funny, but many of the people at the gathering were nonplussed by my avant garde toga. Moreover, they were shocked that I lived in a home that had no white sheets.
Come to think of it, that’s still the case! – matching sheet sets, yes, but none of them white!
A while back I had a conversation with one of my good girlfriends whom I have known for years. She said that she always admired the matching sheets and coverlet I had when we were little. None of her sheets were from a set and it’s something she wished she had.
Isn’t it funny what strikes us as desirable or interesting in the lives and homes of people we know?
So I took much light-hearted abuse for my flowered toga. My feelings were balmed by the excellent Long Island Iced Teas which flowed throughout the event. I’ve never had better, even at restaurants.