Proof that we're not real adults.

You know what happens when you give Ryan an energy drink?

Terrible things.

We first learned this on a group road trip to Chicago when someone made the 

mistake of giving him a 5 hour energy shot and he turned into an incoherent crazy person.

On the last day Amer and Stephanie were here, we spent the afternoon 

at The Getty Center. And the boys drank Monster on the way there.

Did I mention that The Getty is a museum?

And that Ryan turns into a loud, hyper nutcase when he's caffeinated?

If you've ever walked into a museum, you know how instantly silent it is the moment you enter.

Well, when we stepped through the museum doors, Ryan was laughing like a hyena,

which earned us some very dirty looks from the security guard.

But he got it together and zipped his lips (for the most part).

We made our way through a few rooms, when another security came up to us all of the sudden and said, "Which one of you had a drink with you?"

We were terribly confused. 

We explained to him that none of us brought a drink inside,

and finally we convinced him. 

As we were leaving that room, he pulled us aside and he

congratulated Ryan for "handling himself very well".
What?

He explained that when we came into the museum,
another security guard warned everyone on the walkie-talkies that a
"guy in an orange shirt was coming through" 

and that he "was a little bit too excited". 

But apparently, Ryan had done a good job"settling down"
as he made his way through the exhibits.
Well, this is embarrassing, but, thanks, I guess?

Awkward.
Afterward, we rewarded ourselves for "good" museum behavior
by stopping at Diddy Riese for customizable ice cream sandwiches.

All just further proof that we can't be considered real adults yet. 

P.S. Today I'm guest posting at one of my favorite style blogs, Dreaming en Francais.

And I'm talking about how my personal style used to mean sweatpants.

Lots of sweatpants. Check it out!