When one gets obsessed with leaving moderately good graffiti everywhere, there's only one thing to do - fuel that passion. So, at the first chance we got, Jason and I high-tailed it to the Springville Museum of Art. I could go on and on about that beautiful Spanish Colonial building and how much I love it, but that's another blog post entirely. Suffice it to say that it was really fun to walk around and pretend to be world-famous art critics together. Also, there are a ton of horsey sculptures there, so Jason was in heaven.
Something about going to an art museum on a rainy Thursday morning makes you feel that much more sophisticated and smart. Jason and I talked in British accents the whole way home, and used words like "conclusively" and "in this God-forsaken hour of 11am" because, as anybody knows, that's what art critics say :)
More fall break shenanigans coming soon!
I'm trying not to think about my early meetings tomorrow...