It’s been a long bitch of a day, so I may have been hallucinating, but I’m fairly sure I saw an ice sculpture of a penis when I was walking home tonight. (Let’s skip the part where someone asks me why I would have been hallucinating male genitalia.) I didn’t take a picture, because I didn’t want to be the weirdo who takes pictures of such things. I can only imagine that, had it been colder, some unfortunate drunk person would have been triple-dog-dared into getting their tongue stuck. And, well, it would have been a different kind of christmas… I’m not done yet.