J.F.K. and Star Wars

One day, we went to the John F. Kennedy Museum. In my personal opinion, I didn't like it. There was too much about his political career and nothing about his life. We also saw a documentary on Bobby Kennedy, and it was the other way around. Too much about his personal life, not enough about his political career. It does spark an amazing interest in the Kennedys though. I took pictures there but not many of them turned out. Only this one did.

For some reason, they had this huge chunk of the Berlin Wall at the end of the museum. It was big and kind of cool looking.

Later that day we had a free night, and Allison, Brittany, Jessica M, I, and some other people decided we were going to go see Star Wars at the Imax. Jessica was only going because I told her Hayden Christensen is cute, and Brittany because Allison wanted her to, even though she really had no idea what was going on. It was awesome to see the movie on that huge of a screen, but they cut out some parts, and that was disappointing because if you hadn't already seen it, it made you kind of confused. But oh well. After it was done, Allison, Brittany, and I all became...quite hyper. Allison happened to make a joke about Anakin losing his arm...and Brittany and I just lost it. The three of us were in super hyper mode by the time we got back to the room. Luckily, we were dumb enough to take two pictures.

Staci was braiding my hair and one of us was nuts enough to say that it looks like I'm giving birth. I'm not. But I couldn't stop laughing for the next 15 minutes because of what Brittany was doing.

Somehow...she got it into her mind to put her pants...on her head...

and then...she yelled "Daddy T, I win!!!!" So of course we all cracked up, and she kept dancing around with her pants on her head. Just looking at this picture makes me want to crack up like an idiot laughing. Wild times, I tell ya. I feel bad though because Staci was really tired and I think we made her kind of mad. I don't think we could really help ourselves though. Oh well! End of the night good times.

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