I was stretching at the gym when I overheard this exchange:
“So what? It’s a toga party?”
“Uh hum.” (nodding in the affirmative)
“So, like, what is Terra going to wear?”
“Who knows? She’s a walking fashion tragedy.”
“Probably a hot pink bedsheet.”
“Uhh…” there was a long pause as a stretch was executed. “Everyone knows that togas are not pink.”
“Yeah, but that won’t stop her.”
“Toga’s are not pink.”
“Totally.”
“Everyone knows that togas are… like a white, or off-white, maybe beige, or even almond color. Pink wasn’t even invented back then.”
“Back when?”
“Greek times.”
“Oh.”
“I have the best idea for a toga. I saw it in a magazine and they look, like, totally real.”
“Uh huh?”
“Yeah. They are beige and have like this leaf-thing for a belt.” She makes a sweeping gesture around her waist. “…and they are totally skimpy!”
“Yeah?”
“Mark’s eyes’r gonna bug out.”
“Do you think Terra will try to talk to him again?”
“Better not. Besides, we’re gonna look so good. Mark won’t even notice her.”
“Ya think?”
“Totally. Togas are not pink.”