night at the museum.

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.

photo 1-1
Look at that cardigan.
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This face happened a lot that night. Please don’t judge. Okay, you can judge.
Welcome to the cardi party.
Welcome to the cardi party.

Then, there was a photo booth. Not sure where those photos ended up.

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Cameo #1.
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Hats.

Then, we went to Egypt.

See? Egypt.
See? Egypt.
Just watchin' some Egyptian TV.
Just watchin’ some Egyptian TV.
Just hangin' with some Egyptian animals.
Just hangin’ with an Egyptian chicken while riding an Egyptian donkey.
Just eatin' some Egyptian snacks.
Just eatin’ some Egyptian snacks.
Just sittin' in an Egyptian tent.
Just havin’ tea while sittin’ in an Egyptian tent.
Just ridin' an Egyptian crocodile/alligator.
Just ridin’ an Egyptian crocodile/alligator.
Just drivin' an Egyptian vehicle thing.
Just drivin’ an Egyptian vehicle thing.

Then, we played with Hot Wheels.

Some driver guy.
We’re all Team Hot Wheels, right?
Now that's what I call a tire?
Now that’s what I call a tire?
Matching sweater + matching bikes. You can't plan this, guys. (They did.)
Matching sweaters + matching bikes. You can’t plan this, guys. (They did.)
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I don’t think this is what’s considered “street legal.”
Danica ain't got nothin' on me.
Danica ain’t got nothin’ on me.
Color your own Hot Wheels cars. Probably the girliest one ever created, you'reallwelcome.
Color your own Hot Wheels cars. Probably the girliest one ever created, you’reallwelcome.

Then, we played in a treehouse playhouse.

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Where are my friends?
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Just havin’ some fun in our treehouse playhouse.
Crawling in dresses. A+ for effort.
Crawling in dresses. A+ for effort.
Oh hey, guys.
Oh hey, guys.
And bears happened, at some point.
Bears happened, at some point.
And weird mirrors in weird lighting.
And weird mirrors in weird lighting.

We got our faces painted, except Erik. Party pooper.

Yup, we're grown ups.
The fanciest grownups around.
This was meant to be a whale...
This was meant to be a whale…

Then some weird stuff happened.

Armor?
Armor?
Organ donor?
Mustached organ donor?
Bumblebee?
Bumblebee?

And then we all went home.

 

 

 

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  1. You know Denver! Oh my gosh, I know Denver, too! I can’t remember how or why I know her, but I met her in college and we were both mutual friends of SOMEONE. But regardless, I saw her at a wedding this past August and I was so excited to see her because she is such a cool chick. So happy to see you guys are buds! (Both you’re both the bee’s knees, so I’m not in the least bit surprised.)

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