We ventured out with the Pelles to explore south Broadway and (finally) check out Punch Bowl Social. After feeling incredibly old and out of place, we sought sanctuary at our North Denver (who am I kidding, it's the burbs of Broomfield) haunt: Baker St Pub. With an 80s cover band, urban Harley riders, and women older than us trying to act younger than us we felt young...and right at home.
This was the only photo from the night: a window display from Broadway...don't ask.
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