TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!

Name: TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!
Start: 2026-06-06T14:00:00-07:00
End: 2026-06-06T21:00:00-07:00

June 6 @ 2:00 pm - 9:00 pm

Rush week is coming up, and you know what this campus needs to kick it off properly? A TOGA PARTY, that’s what! In a joint venture, the Sigma Theta Noir, Pi Delta Alpha, Lambda Obscura, and Delta Epsilon Alpha, will be putting up barricades for a combo block and pool party!

We’ll set up at the Sigma/Delta house pool, across from the boba house! Rep your house or pledge your house and BE THERE!

http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Black%20Bottom/67/194/34

Details

Date: June 6
Time:
2:00 pm - 9:00 pm
Website: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Black%20Bottom/67/194/34

Organizers

May 29, 2026

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May 29, 2026

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May 29, 2026

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