Okay, no weapons were drawn, but booze was certainly running amok. SantaCon, that annual right of passage for drunk Santas reared its head this past Saturday. Emanating from all points not-Manhattan, the Santas, elves, Ms. Claus, Naughty Claus, and even a few Hannukah Harry's (you're welcome) joined the festivities. For yours truly, this was my 2nd SantaCon adventure. Last year was mostly a midtown adventure, having no idea that hundreds upon hundreds of people know about this and actively take part. I had thought it would be 50 santas in the back of a bar, hanging out - like they did last week. But no, this is the 'Real Deal' Holy-Santa-Field.
The day began for some of us at at an artists loft in Astoria, with DJ music, and people hanging out. The party then shifted towards the Astoria Beer Garden, albeit very briefly, before it headed downtown to Stone Street, where the real party started. Here's the funny thing about this festivity, no one has tipped off the Jews that they are allowed to participate. It's a holiday bar crawl, you can be whatever you want to be, as long as its holiday-themed. I think many of my chosen brethren choose not to go since they don't want to dress up as Santa or elves, which is fine - but put on a bleepin' blue menorah hat with a Matisyahu shirt and you're all set. Trust me, I'm on a expert on this stuff.
So the Financial District led to the 4,5 train, which led to drunken inappropriate Christmas carols and drunk women dancing on the subway poles (which by the way, is pretty awesome, and by that I mean awesome in a I-wish-my-girlfriend-would-appreciate-this-girls-talent kind of way). But I digress. Only a few weird looks on the subway, but they understand, we're in New York, it's not like we were panhandling (that was later). So the train ride led us to Washington Square Park, that bastion of liberal NYU elitism. Not really, it led to hundreds of Santas gathered around drinking and singing, and doing the 'who wants to start a chant and hope everyone appreciates it and joins in.'
The Washington Square Park led to the open container tickets. Ha! oh college kids, you can't drink a Bud Light in public, even at SantaCon. They don't teach that at Orientation?That's why god invented soda bottles not filled with soda.
After the WSP, we were all led to Crash Mansion, which is a club that was pimped out for such an occasion. They even carded at the door, can you believe that? asking thousands of people dressed as Santa for the IDs? I thought voting for Bloomberg again prevented this type of thing. But alas, the Crash Mansion led to the more drinking and then at this point some of us remembered it was sundown and we had to go home and light our menorah candles.
Happy Holidays. And for a sneak peak at the action, check out the link below:
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