I was drunk in an art museum once. (I had vastly miscalculated my beverage-to-food ratio beforehand.) I kept yanking on my friend's arm and insisting, much too loudly, "you HAVE to see thish! It is BRILLIANT! Look at the form! And the colors. The colors and the form!" Eventually she dragged me to a drinking fountain and had me sit down for awhile.

I used to be very embarrassed by this incident, but no longer. I didn't touch ANY body part to a single artwork. I appreciated the colors and the form, you see.