I am guessing you did NOT do what I did: attend a toga party thrown by YOUR PARENTS. Boom. I bet you all feel pretty silly now.
Because I got to dress like THIS (in a bedsheet from my childhood):
And my husband and sister rocked out some wicked cool sheets for their togas and enjoyed multiple free drinks (while I enjoyed multiple free shirley temples):
I got to share a romantic dance with my husband (while he desperately arched his spine and pretended that my massive preggo belly was NOT an issue while slow dancing):
Oh, and did I mention there were PRIESTS there? (identity obscured because I don't want to go to hell):
I also got to witness my parents being schmoopy:
And my dad acting like a whackadoo:
So, all in all ... I WIN!! But I hope your weekend was lovely nonetheless (I'm not heartless).