You're wrapped in a questionable bed sheet with your friend's belt tied precariously around your waist; one good gust of wind and there could be a serious public indecency situation. And yet, here you are, in the middle of winter, rocking a 300 thread count and Ugg boots. Even in the heat of August, toga parties seem like an easy way to play "show me yours and I won't show you anything because I didn't wear a toga cause I'm smarter than you and destined to graduate with honors while you attend toga parties year after year and always end up drunkenly flashing a dean on your way home." We're all for partying, but wear a T-shirt and boxers underneath that thing. Please.