The story begins with my roommate. She spent a night in New York City celebrating her mother’s birthday this past Friday night. After an evening of dinner and a show, she stayed with her sister and her sister’s girlfriend. If her sister Molly was not feeling so ill she might have joined in on this adventure of Santa con, but instead she stayed home while Sam started to get dressed early on Saturday morning. Surprised by Sam getting dressed unusually early after a night of late night drinking. But when she emerged, Sam was dressed as Santa.

Santa con (refresh and get a new picture every time!) started in San Francisco with as an anti-commercial form of “guerrilla street theater” mixed with “pranksterism.” (Wikipedia, here.) Since its beginning in 1994, originally called “Santarchy”, it has since spawned different events and adventures in different forms all over the world. The one that Sam participated in was all throughout New York City. There were meeting points in each borough to start a massive Santa pub crawl. It was reported that 5,000 (or more?!) Santas took place.

As soon as I heard about this, I had to share it with you.