Once I had to stay in a friend’s house after a toga party. Which meant the only clothing I had was a tunic and a cape.
But the next day they also asked me to go out for lunch and made fun stuff in the afternoon, and I couldn’t go home to change clothes.
So I said “fuck it” and proceeded to walk in the middle of the fucking city dressed as a creative anachronism.
And that, my children, is what college is about.