When in Rome...

I can't take this guy anywhere. He's just all over the wenches.*

Seriously, though -- well, as serious as you can get when you are in costume -- we went to the anniversary bash for friends of friends here in the neighborhood and it was a Roman costume party. The folks who came in the first waves of invasion...er, partygoing...went all-out. (Some of the later arrivals actually wore their sheets invoking more of a classic toga party tone!)

It was great fun. You know how I love to do the costumes. I actually did a little research (just online) to get vaguely authentic costumes for us and I actually did sew some. (Oh, that leaf headband on B's head in the top photo was contributed midway into the party by another enthusiastic citizen.) I saw somewhere that blue was the color for philosophers and since B has a PhD...

* Note: I do not mean to imply that this particular woman is a wench in any perjorative sense. Judging by her costume, I would say that she is an unmarried citizen, of equal status to B. (I actually never caught this lovely woman's name. I do know, however, that she is a wiz with false eyelashes...)