Crazy nonsense Santacon weekend

This weekend was one for the record books, if I do say so myself.

Friday night I went to Benihana for a friend's birthday. The awesomeness is self-explanatory here because...BENIHANA. Onion volcano! Wham.

Saturday was, as I mentioned in my Bongo Jordy post, Santacon. Essentially, Santacon is a gathering of hundreds of people who all dress like Santa. Or elves. Or anything else they feel like. There were people dressed like dreidels (repping the chosen peeps, aww yeah), Santas in prison suits, banana Santas, slutty Santas aplenty, reindeer, and lord knows what else.

The idea is, you dress up and wander around the city in a big Santatastic pack, singing and drinking and being merry. My friend Lauren and I managed to scramble together some last minute outfits.


We started Santacon pretty late, and finally met up with everyone in Central Park.


I saw some guys drinking Four Loko, and because I was drunk and Lauren and I were ALSO drinking Four Loko, I yelled, "FOUR LOKOOOOO" at them (so creative, I am). And then we became friends for the day. Which was good, seeing as we failed at meeting up with everyone else we had planned on seeing there.

We proceeded to have Central Park shenanigans, taking lots of pictures and watching our new friends trying to form a Santa pyramid. And then Santacon moved down to the West Village, so all million trillion of us piled on the subway, and on our ride down we sang a rousing version of the 12 Days of Christmas. I was pretty proud that I knew everything from 5 golden rings on. And if you don't need them in the correct order, I could probably get most of the other words too. Lords a leaping! Maids a milking! Geese a laying! Am I good or am I good?

At some point in one of our many West Village bars, one of our new friends demonstrated how he was drinking beer out of the children's boot that he had bought as an accessory for the day.


Let me tell you what it's like drinking from that thing. It tastes like a combination of rubber and sausage and beer. Totally vile. So we instituted the candy cane chaser. Which was surprisingly delicious. At some point we left our new friends and met up with someone else and ended up at some random apartment. All I really know is that I was wearing someone's white wig and some guy told me how he had lost his entire Santa costume over the course of Santacon and I could not comprehend how that was even possible.

I went home at around 11, deciding 13 hours of drinking was enough. This was a good idea, considering I had to play in a volleyball tournament on Sunday. For 7 hours. Ending my night early on Saturday was totally worth it because after playing 10 games of volleyball, my team emerged VICTORIOUSSSSS.


Check out our sweet trophies! Go us!

The. Freakin. End. Best weekend ever.