Anyway, once I ate enough room service tuaca banana baguette french toast to sedate me over this aggression, we decided to make the most of our last day together and check out the Denver Art Museum.
Although I know little to nothing about art besides "Oh pretty!" or "Oh weird!" or "Oh a small child could have done that!", I still really liked the place.
If you ever make it to Denver, you should check it out! Or perhaps just skimming over this post was enough culture for you. (I can't judge you, I never go to museums. This post is for posterity.)