Don't Let the American Flag Touch the Ground. Hold it Upright at All Times.

I have been such a bad little blogger. I was in Chicago for the weekend and Monday visiting my sweet beau, D. Needless to say, I didn't make it near the computer much at all. Now I'm back at work, swamped. Can't a girl simply go on vacation and come back to no work? Maybe a desk covered in presents? Numerous voicemails of praise and a few "I don't know what to do when you're gone. I didn't realize how much I depended on your genius everyday" emails. Where's the justice?

So, while I'm thinking of something completely brilliant to write, I thought I'd share a picture that Cesar and I took on Thursday night while under Victor's magical influence.

I was walking down 46th Street and something when I see this giant penis holding the American flag. Accordingly, I look over at Cesar and say, "oh my gosh, there is a big penis protruding out of that building and it's holding the American flag!"



Call me un-patriotic if you feel the need.
As much as I'd like to say it, I didn't make the damn thing.

It took Cesar a minute to see the resemblance, which boggles me. It is and was clearly a penis flag holder.

Realizing we had the camera on hand, we ran across the street to get a shot of me pretending to lick it (After all, "Ask not what your country can do for you..."). I mean, how could we not have? It was our moral obligation.

Directly below the erect flag pole stood a Russian/Polish/Italian-lookin' guy, handing out flyers for a nearby restaurant. I asked him if he had ever noticed the similarities between the flag pole and a, well, you know what? He took a minute to look at it as well, then replied to me: "Not until now. Let me guess, you're the one who pointed it out, right?" I'm not sure what this meant. I mean, I'm not sure why he thinks it's obvious that a girl would be the first to notice this. Again, his lagtime in making the connection boggled me.

I tried to get his picture too - you know, for this important photo documentary - but he ran inside to get permission and evidently his boss said no. I wonder how he posed the request: "Hey, there are two people outside who think the flag pole looks like a penis. The girl is pretending to lick it. They want a picture of me too."

Maybe I do just have a sick mind. Truth be told, I was leaving to see D the next day after a grueling two weeks of withdrawal. But, in my defense, I returned last night completely, uh-hem, satisfied, and I still saw/see a big weiner housing the American flag.