Monticello.

So, this last week I took a class trip to Monticello and toured the elegant home of Thomas Jefferson, or TJ, as I like to call him. I didn't know I liked to call him TJ until I casually referred to him as TJ in a conversation I had with Roommate about twenty minutes ago. Even I was confused.

Maybe I knew him in the preexistence or something.

Anyways, back to the tour. I took the tour with a bunch of fellow classmates, but spent the majority of my time standing with my friend Sarah. Usually cracking jokes because I'm disrespectful. In all honesty, I found the place amazing, but my ADHD meds had worn off so I was noticing random things and struggling against the urge to secretly bump my hand against everything with a "DO NOT TOUCH" sign. I failed more than once.

In the study as we continued the tour I noticed various portraits. One included a naked girl who appeared to be trying to cover herself up, but clearly missed a spot. I remember wondering how funny it would be if she actually didn't know and the artist just didn't tell her that he could clearly see some nipplage.

"Oh, my. Am I decent enough?"

"Oh, yeah. You're good."

/lies/

Anyways, I was interrupted from my reverie by Sarah's sudden gasp.

"That's sacrilegious!"

Curious, I looked up to where she was staring and saw this painting:

Me: "What?"

Sarah: "That painting!"

Me: "That's John the Baptist. Salome has his head on a plate as ordered; it's a story from the Bible. A lot of people have paintings of it."

Sarah: "Oh. I thought that was Jesus."

It took every ounce of strength I had to try and keep from giggling the rest of the tour. I failed that, too.