Hey Casey... you know what's really funny?

I intended to make this post with pictures, but since I no longer have a computer that's just too difficult. But there is a fantastic story that must be told.
Last weekend the BCA group went to Mexico City for the day with plans to visit La Casa Azul (the home of Frida Calo), the National Museum of Anthropology, and a bullfight. Stage B is where things started to get interesting.
We bought our tickets and entered the museum, but between the ticket area and the actual museum is a large courtyard of sorts with a sort of fountain/waterfall that forms a circular sheet of water around a pillar in the center. It looked like just the sort of fountain in which children love to run and play, and since Casey and I are totally children, we decided to do just that. I mean, it really looked like the sort of fountain that's designed for people to run through.
We unloaded ourselves of paper and electronics and sprinted through. FOOSH! through the first sheet of water into the eye of the storm, FOOSH! through the second sheet, and we were in the clear. And wet. And laughing hysterically. And a little cold. As we made our way back to our compañeros, we were waylaid by an angry-faced security guard.
"You have to leave," he said (in Spanish, of course).
"Is that not allowed?" I asked. "I'm sorry, we didn't realize."
"You have to leave," he repeated.
"Can I at least get my things from my friend?"
"No, you have to leave."
"Yes, but I need to get my things from my friend. She's holding them for me."
"You can't enter. You have to leave."
Realizing that this conversation was going nowhere, I decided to just do it anyway. So I walked over to Sara Beth, collected my things, and allowed myself to be escorted out of the building. As we were all but shoved out the door, we heard the guard tell the other guard at the door that we were not to be allowed back into the building.
And that is how Casey and I got kicked out of the National Anthropology Museum before we even got in.