What A Weekend

My life is.. strange, but in the most beautiful of ways. 


Today was just another normal Monday; something we can all relate to. For me, it consists of class, wishing I got more sleep, wondering where the weekend went, and the normal mass confusion of feeling like you are forgetting something. 


This weekend is a different story. The main reason for being so far from home is the fact that I have wanted to study architecture for practically my whole life. During the weekend, we (as architecture students) had to take a mandatory field trip to Pittsburgh. Museums were on the agenda as well as 'the strip' and IKEA (yes, only in college can we take a legit field trip to IKEA). 


The trip starts off good, like the beginning to every story. Well, it was ok, I suppose. The bus left at 7:45, meaning Tori has to wake up at 7:00 to be on time. Being on the bus for three hours straight leaves for a very tired Tori. And our first stop is a museum called The Mattress Factory. This was the most freakiest yet a pretty awesome museum I must say. There was of course the nudity and the freakish paintings. The scary room filled with more nudity. But what stunned me just so happened to be two specific rooms on the third floor. Complete chaos is how Tori would describe it; vibrant colors and black lights; the little booties for your shoes. Mirrors lined the walls and ceiling, and a small door led to a decently lit room with white walls and orange spots, some more naked women, and more mirrors. 


Once we left this museum, we headed to 'the strip'. And that's exactly what it was; just a strip of sidewalk in between the road and various vendors. Now, I can be quite obnoxious when set out into the wild with my friends. And of course this time was no exception. We went up and down the sidewalk, yelling, screaming, being... who we really are. 'Marco' 'Polo' was our favorite game, and random people joined in. I got a rose from a random street vendor, free of charge. I was on my game; until someone pointed out that my purse was leaking.. 


Yes, my purse was filled with red energy drink that I was hoping to wake me up on our bus ride back. I get on the bus and decide to clean out my purse in the restroom on the bus. Long story short, I believe I lost my friends keys in the.. ..yeah.. ..exactly. All responsibility on Tori. After this incident, things weren't the same. I just felt awful about it all (and honestly I still do). 


On we go to the next museum; with the bus driver being a ... well, not a very helpful person. Tori was willing to grab gloves at this point (and I actually did, by the way). We hit up IKEA where we pretended that every kitchen, every living space, everything in the store was our own. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and we would play house; except this time we were college students with an audience. 


The bus ride back was filled with drained architecture students resorting to "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" and "Concentration". Overall, the problem was fixed, and semi-ok. After that, I am very lucky to have a forgiving friend and ... well the fun/chaotic times we have. =)