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My friends (I think), their friends, possibly my sisters, and other people that I don't know (of all kinds of ages and from many cities in the state/country), and I went on a weekend or longer trip to some city in California, I don't remember where. One purpose, if not the only, was to visit, learn about, and probably appreciate a famous museum/art exhibit/art house, of which the name I don't remember. There were viewer seats in the house, it was huge, multi-roomed and multi-stories. It displayed architecture, huge sculptures and interior designs, etc. There were curators, tour guides, and everything. One part of the tour, one distinct memory, was when our guide was telling us about one architectural section with relief sculpture, on the second floor. I don't remember what she said, but she was extremely enthusiastic and kept stressing to us how amazing it was (supposed to be). She was pretty much fanatic about it. We were in seats in a tour balcony, the group this time being me, a couple friends, and the rest strangers. But, our guide was standing ON her seat, preaching to us the extravagancy of the designs. I think she was saying "Isn't it amazing, guys???" and waited for an answer or equally in-awe reaction from everybody, but everybody just sat down still, staring at her and sort of laughing at her, how ridiculous and annoying she was being. I remember her panting and partly hyperventilating in anxiety because we were not really cooperating how she wanted us to. It was sad, and I felt pretty bad for her, and I definitely wasn't laughing. I was contemplating her and sympathizing for her, but I didn't help her or speak up. I was appreciating the art too, but it was nothing as spectacular as she saw it. She was pretty young too, so it was kind of creepy.

I remember something else about her: her and her family were hardcore fanatics of all types. I remember somehow knowing how that her and her family were strongly devoted to the paintings of Raphael; obsessed, even. You know how in your dream sometimes, there are some things that are implied as facts, even when you never witnessed or learned that it was fact? Like, you know its Saturday but you never looked at a calendar or anything? That's how I knew her family loved Raphael. But I do remember, some other time in the trip, I don't remember when either, that we [the museum visitors] went to our tour guide's house, for some reason (remember, it was a weekend or longer trip, we probably had nothing else to do). We went inside, and it was huge and pretty rich, and we met her family. It was either her parents but could probably be her grandparents, and she possibly didn't live with them, but was close to them. They were really fancy and paintings lined their house, I think. I don't remember leaving or any details of her house/parents.

Another memory was hanging out parking lots with a few closer friends that went on the trip with me, and I remember they had no interest whatever on the art exhibition part of the trip. In fact, I don't even know if they went to the tours at all, or just went out themselves to go to "fun" places. We were in a parking lot of some place, probably our hotel, and were waiting to leave to some real part of the trip with parents or chapperones or someone. They were just fooling around and mingling, and I think I was part of it. I wanted to be, at least. I don't remember us leaving, or any details.

Another part was the hotel we all stayed at. Actually, I think it was a large dormitory of some sort. I just remember brushing my teeth in it, and that there were lots of dormmates in each dorm. Mine had a lot of kids my age, I think most of them were my friends. For some reason, I think it had Japanese design and sliding doors. I don't remember why. I just knew we didn't spend a lot of time inside them, even at night. At night, midnight and later, at least during one night, I remember me and my doormmates hung out outside the dorms in the parking lot and nearby streets. We were 'causing trouble', 'fuckin around', all that. It was a lame, rebellious thing all the youth(fuller) did just to be 'cool'. One thing I remember was me and a few dudes raiding a snack truck parked in the parking lot. I think we stole a bunch of small bags of potato chips for midnight snacks and trying to stash them. I remember us keeping them all in our backpacks, which we had for some reason, and then storing them later in a garage of some kind. I don't remember why there were garages. I just remember me and few people in the garages, eating the chips and talking to each other, when adults or chapperones or hotel personnel that we all knew for some reason, came in and wanted to hang out with us. We had to leave before they discovered all the chips we stole. lol. I remember while eating them that some bags were good, and then some of them were fake crap. They were in Cheeto's bags, but the cheetos inside were a very light, pale orange and had some crappy, fake, waxy taste to it. It obviously wasn't real or correctly made Cheetos. I had no clue why.
We were up all night that night, I remember. At least, I remember seeing a clock saying it was 5 am. I think it was the night before all the kids my age were hanging out in the parking lot, waiting to leave.

I don't remember much about the trip, and I don't remember if it was fun or not, or how long it was. But I do remember that I was constantly insecure, constantly trying not to look stupid or making a fool out of myself. Trying to be cool, even. I really tried to be accepted by the people my age, especially the ones I didn't know much.