Throwback

I still don't even fully comprehend what happened last night, and I wasn't even drunk.

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Backstory: we were having a fancy dinner at a luxurious hotel near our campus. Our teacher and staff live there. Anywho, they hired a professional photographer (which I appreciated because I LOVE PICTURES). But they also hired this Irish historian. He was a handful. As you can see, he made some lucky people on my trip dance with him. My friend Nicole was picked because of me. She had left to go to the bathroom at one point, and I told the guy that it was her birthday and that she liked dancing. It was not her birthday. She was a great sport though. Even when he decided to pick her up and twirl her...



His hat. I don't even know what to think. You can see the look of the photographer in that picture. He's thinking, "What the hell is this guy on?!"

The historian told many confusing stories as well as made us sing songs with him. Some were fun. But most of us had zero idea of what he was saying half the time. As my teacher put it, "I don't know if he was rehearsed or winging it." What a weird, weird night. We had some great food though! I had chicken that was filled with chorizo. Little spicy, but I was a big girl and ate it all. Always a proud member of the clean plate club!


Quick complaint.. I straightened my hair, so all my pictures would be extra cute last night. Then it poured, and we walked to the damn hotel. Hmph. I was not happy. My hair ended up curly and frizzy in all pics. Thanks mother nature.

Ah, if you ever wanted to see the head of the chemistry department, here he is. He's pretty bald usually but not here.

He kept arguing with the historian about facts because he's from Wales which is semi-nearby? I don't know, but it was funny. It's quite intriguing to see your teacher in this situation. So powerful in the classroom, so helpless during improv.

Yes, improv happened. The historian made my friends act out stories. Here is a picture of my friend Kaila embracing her inner viking.

At one point he called up my friend Clarissa because she was blonde. She's literally been the token blonde on this trip. You can actually see her in the picture of Kaila, right in front of her. But anyway, the character she played had to be blonde. And as she got up to leave, I said BYE FELICIA. The guy then said, "Alright Felicia, this is what I need you to do." All of us died of laughter. He kept calling her Felicia the rest of the night. "My name's not Felicia!" Said a very defeated Clarissa. 'Twas funny. Other funny things occurred. One of the other staff members made a lot of dad jokes. They were so low key that only my friend Jordan and I heard them. We would always hear them and then look at each other and crack up. At one point both of our nostrils were flaring we were laughing so hard- and seeing the other person laughing so hard made us laugh more. It hurt to breathe. That's when you know that you are in good company.

Oh, here's one of the TAs on our trip, Nick. He got his hands on some dracula fangs that the historian had. I also tend to carry around fangs. It's casual. NOT.


Best part of the night could have been when the guy walked near me, and I said, "What is happening!?" And he replied, "I don't even know!"
Bruh, get your act together.


If I had to describe this occasion in four words it would be:
1. Creepy
2. Factual
3. Inappropriate
4. Ratchet




Looking forward to more weird ass nights like this one. I'll probably remember something else that happened that was significant and add it to this later.

Hope you sort of understood this post. There's a whole new meaning to the phrase "Let's get weird" now.


peace.love.meep
-amyjoy