If his presidential campaign is any indication, this man:
is an alcohol-soaked gay bachata party.
Sr. Vargas' face has been plastered all over the Heights the past few months, spicing up my daily commute with that sexy mix of hoary Ken Doll hair and dyed mustache/eyebrow combo.
Today this man pulled out all the stops. There's a freakin' parade going down St. Nicholas Ave right now. Blue and white balloons, public daytime drunkenness, floats, and loudspeakers. And music. Very, very loud music. Blaring from every car and truck on the street.
Imagine if we Americans got this amped up for elections. Oh wait- we do:
UPDATE: Vargas, for all his hard-partying, has lost the race. The New York Times had an article about Vargas just a little while after I posted this, noting pretty much what I said in this blog: Click Here
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