My friend L and I went to the Chinese Garden in Portland last Saturday because I had passes to get in free. It's a rather beautiful place tucked into a rather sad neighborhood - lots of people sleeping on streets. Since it was an unexpectedly nice day (read: it did not rain for a couple of hours), we walked a couple of miles from her house and strolled through some neighborhoods I had only driven through before.
Note to self: do this more often. This is what you do when you're on vacation out of town - exploring neighborhoods and people watching, finding new cafes.
Anyhow, along the way we found an art gallery called "Cock Gallery." It was moving (the owner said he was moving to an "art monastery" - I've never heard of one, so if anyone else has, please enlighten me) and thus there was a moving sale. By the time we had arrived most of the art was gone (and I'm really sorry to have missed it, given the gallery's name), but there were housewares and other odds and ends for sale.
L (nonplussed): "Oh, okay."
She bought a few non-naughty kitchen items, and as we were walking out, she said, "I almost bought that glittery purse for my daughter."
Me: "Um, that glittery purse was an S&M bondage mask."
L (pausing): "OH! COCK GALLERY! Now I get it!!!"
Yes, really.
I have a picture to prove it, so there.
Then on the way back from the Chinese Garden, we stopped and had a late lunch at this restaurant. In Italian, it means the Black Rooster.
So naturally, since we are really both in the fourth grade, we laughed and laughed about having an afternoon full of cocks.
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The Cock Gallery! Now that is a new one, to me....lol! So is an Art Monastery.....Never heard of that before.....
LOVE the pictures of all the food at that wonderful Italian Restaurant---Did you notice that little Head with eyes sticking up in the middle of one of the dishes? An optical illusion???
Sounds like you had a very nice day with your good friend, my dear
And in my g-rated mind, the first thing I thought of was that Cock Gallery must be all about Roosters. :)
Nah, with my 5year old mind, I was in the gutter as well. Was trying to figure what else was in that neighborhood that has its own cock gallery. Whenever I travel, I try to explore the local sights and cusine just to keep things interesting.
Cocks galore! Sounds like an . . . eclectic . . . kind of store!
Hmmmm, trying to think of an afternoon that beats a cock afternoon...
The owner of Cock Gallery is moving to an art monastery??
Earlier today, a friend told me about glass dildos for widows, now this. Thanks for sharing!
It was probably full of roosters, RK!!!!!
I guess a monastery is full of cocks...hmmmm....
Did you ever see or read about the large blue cock at Trafalgar square? On the plinth? I often thought about you when I read about it. You know, as cocks are your thing. :D
Now I get it? Hello!
Reading this post got my full attention. A bit of a Cock up, I reckon. We have a pub in the town I live named the "The Cock Inn." I shall leave it at that. Time for a rooster booster.
Gary :)
This story was fantastic, but I can't help but think that "An Afternoon of Cocks" sounds like an extremely British porno.
"Well then, let's make an afternoon of it, shall we?"
I liked wandering around with you mentally. I would have walked into the Cock store fully expecting to find my favorite decorations: roosters and hens.
Who wouldn't laugh at this? It is hilarious!
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