Ah, early on in the day I thought this naked guy statue just chilling on the street during the Las Olas Arts Festival was going to be the funniest thing I saw all day. This was a premature assumption.
Not only did I also stumble upon an aritst whose entire collection of works featured paintings of various breeds of dogs sitting in martini glasses, that evening, I also saw Avenue Q for the first time. Now, I like puppets as much as the next girl, but I had no idea the storyline could be so absolutely appropriate for someone headed fast toward 30. I never imagined that inappropriate puppets would be the answer to calming my age anxiety.