The Royal British Columbia Museum

My man and I visited the Royal British Columbia Museum awhile back, and I’ve neglected to write about it. Which is shameful because it was quite delightful wandering through it!

That awkward moment when we couldn’t fit the whole name of the museum into our selfie.

First off, you guys should probably understand I’m not the *best* when it comes to museums. I look at things to “ooh” and “aah” over, then get impatient when the people I’m with read every placard because they’re actually trying to learn or something civilized like that. I’m basically explaining to you that my mental abilities are that of a four year old as soon as I enter an exhibit. Below is a collection of what catches the eye of a person who is unable to focus for more than two seconds.

First off, this museum had “selfie spots” which WHY DON’T ALL MUSEUMS HAVE THESE?! My boyfriend should’ve known it wouldn’t be a day full of culture when I insisted on panicking and saying “Run!” as we stood in front of an inanimate woolly mammoth.

Then we came across this… ship thing? See, this is proof I didn’t read any freaking placards. All I thought was “PIRATES!” and immediately  started saying “Yo ho ho” and demanding to know where my rum was. I may be a sucky pirate, but damn, that dress I’m wearing is awesome.

I pretty much demanded that he interact with the fake deer. It’s like I wanted him to disregard the glass wall and make the forest come alive! Unfortunately, he’s not Harry Potter, so nothing moved. Le sigh.

That didn’t stop me from pretending we were in the forest though. Clearly, I’m sweating from all the nonexistent trails I walked to get there. Hallways and tourists can be rough.

I look so utterly fascinated because for some reason, this sea lion glows in pictures! It’s majestic and amazing and this is where my boyfriend, like any parent reeling in their four year old probably starts getting exasperated with my antics.

I really wanted him to pose like Godzilla over this model town and pretend to be a monster on a rampage. He looked at me quietly and said “…No, just… just NO.”

But to his relief, I got distracted by these incredible totem poles! They had SO many, not only in the museum but outside of it as well. It was like walking through a forest of them, and was definitely my personal highlight of my “self guided tour”.

It was at this point that we left, while I was still entranced and finally eager to discuss something other than running away from woolly mammoths and finding fascination with glowing sea lions. Just when I was ready to fully enjoy the museum for all it’s educational benefits… I got hungry. Totally mentally a four year old.