
Well, dear readers, I attended my first SantaCon last night. Santacon began at 10am Sat. morning. As Yanni and I reflected later over cheap drinks in a tiny Lower East Side bar, what respectable New Yorker would actually be up at that hour? In New York, it's generally agreed that no one shall rise to greet the day before noon. At least on the weekends.....
As we guided ourselves out of the bar and went along our merry way to meet other Santas (or as Yanni put it "I feel like we're going to the mothership!!), a drunk screamed at me from the sidewalk, "Hey Santa, gimme a chainsaw for Christmas. Dat's right! I wanna chainsaw for Christmas!!!!"
And ten minutes later we were packed into a bar with hundreds and hundreds of other Santas who were all swilling booze and staggering about on the sidewalks outside. We continued in this fashion all evening. We made many friends. I drunkenly sang Karaoke at one point to a country song to a crowd of at least 200 cheering and jeering Santas.
And then much, much, much later I spent the night in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn.
Some things are better left untold though. Here are some pics so you more or less get the gist:
Me, early in the SantaCon experience


Admittedly, not a SantaCon themed pic, but still the bathroom graffitti I encountered last night warrented an honorable mention..... It's an east coast city rivalry kind of thang....
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