One guess who Pete is talking to (and that would not be Michelle, perhaps he was explaining how he was going to be studying late at the library, such a hard working boy...)
On the table our uni staples, beer, taco mix, corn chips and lemon juice (missing are the beans, tomato paste and garlic)
You can tell this isn't our house as there is no interesting wallpaper on the wall (it was greg and caron's houise)
A fine tradition, to strip whatever lodgings you were in, of all sheets and/or curtains. I think we actually were responsible on this night and got them from Vinnies (God bless them and their cheap supplies). And Michelle supplied her own toga.
We also decided to dye our hair, vegetable dye for Geoff (green with baby powder apperently), Pete (blue) and myself (red). Our pillowcases suffered for this folly. Michelle went the whole hog, dying her hair black which of course turned a lovely permanent shade of green.
The night itself is only a vague memory but always followed the same course year in, year out.
It was on a Thursday night (aka Union night) early in the year, and no one would turn up for the few classes schelduled on the friday.
April would always indulge a little too much before the event and fail to make it.
The mirror on the floor, located handily between some very friendly (male) bouncers. First years tended to fall for this one.
Safety pins would fail, revealing a little more than was needed.
The more shy amongst us would wear bathing suits or footy shorts underneath (lame).
The band would be less than memorable, because music certainly not the point of the night.
I wish I had more early toga photos when we actaully wore white (ahh the innocence) but this is it.
Shorty, Spak and Dania
Bird boy
Loving the trendy ripped jeans
every party needs a hula hoop
Down, down...
Done.
The caravan park crew, in deep discussions, politics (more likely religion - with the conclusion from some that catholics apparently take it up the arse, thank you protestants.)
Col and Marg (young love)
Col, Moose and April
