This past Saturday, the Children’s Museum here in Indy hosted this thing called Adult Swim (note: there was no actual pool involved, or any actual swimming. Yes, the name is misleading. Yes, I thought for about a week I’d have find a way to look presentable in a swimsuit in February. Yes, Boyfriend and other friends laughed hysterically at me when I asked about the swimming part.).
Evidently it’s the adult thing to not swim during adult swim. If that’s being an adult, count me out.
Anyway, it was basically an adults-only evening (read: fundraiser) at the museum, where they opened exhibits for our inner children and served really dangerous but delicious margaritas.
I was only disappointed nothing came to life like in Night at the Museum. Not even a monkey. Or Darth Vadar.
Maybe next time.
Why yes, pictures did ensue, thanks for asking. Please enjoy the 84 photos of the night; cameo appearances are by Boyfriend and friends Erik and Denver. And the occasional random stranger. (Strangers to me, at least. Denver and Erik know everyone. In the world. The entire world.)
First, we posed for pretty pictures.
Then, there was a photo booth. Not sure where those photos ended up.
Then, we went to Egypt.
Then, we played with Hot Wheels.
Then, we played in a treehouse playhouse.
We got our faces painted, except Erik. Party pooper.
Then some weird stuff happened.
And then we all went home.