SantaCon is just insane. It is like Halloween but you don't have to worry about making friends. Everyone is your friend. Maybe it is the whole
conformist thing. You're all dressed relatively the same. You know
everyone's name ("Santa"). You are all headed in the same direction. That is until the last series of stops. That's when folks start to break away. Be it too drunk, or too tired, or heading to another party, or having found that 'special' other Santa, or any combination of the above.
I'm not going to go into too much detail on my day/night. Just assume that I had a great time. Karaoke. Dancing a few jigs. A toast or two or five. Good talks. Good humor.
I do have to remember next year to eat.
I would show you the pictures I took, but my camera went missing at some point. Sigh. Casualty of too much X-mas
spirit.
(photo by 3rae)
