<human>: Give me the gist of the text in a nutshell

A group of eight guys, about four of whom I consider actual friends, knock on my door late Saturday afternoon, asking me if I want to go and get some food. Sure, I say, and we make our way over to Five Guys, where I enjoy a wonderful bacon cheesburger and fries (thanks again for the free extra fries, mystery five guys employee!). We're on our way out when they mention the next stop on our trip, Walmart, that nobody said anything about prior to leaving. Apparently, they needed to go to Walmart to pick up some supplies to make togas for a toga party. I express enthusiastic interest in the subject. One of my friends even asked me if I was going. I say I'd never heard about it, and I had never really been invited. Being the good friend that he is, he **drops the subject and gets back to picking his toga.** Awesome. It wasn't even like the party was small/private. After they finally finish getting their stuff, wasting more than 2 hours of my time, I finally got dropped off at my dorm. Later that night, they all get back. Naturally, it was the greatest party any of them had ever been too, and all had stories to tell me about all the awesome shit that happened. Fuck you guys.
<bot>: Forced to toga shop with a bunch of idiots for a party that none of them wanted me to go to, then expected to sit and listen to all their amazing stories from said party. Thanks assholes.