Well, folks, despite our best efforts, SantaCon is now well underway. The Santas are out in full force, and the streets of Murray Hill/Gramercy/Midtown/East Village, etc. are packed with jiggly beer-and-pillow bellies and slutty Mrs. Claus skirts.
We're probably now at the point in the crawl where participants start feeling pretty free to urinate in public, so expect to see that Jaegar-bomb induced pee flowing if you live in any of the aforementioned 'hoods, or ride a subway at any point today. This year's SantaCon reviews are pouring in via Twitter:
Clearly, I'm still in bed because I'm hiding from Santacon.
— Kate Marshall (@desperatelyred) December 15, 2012
As 4 girls chug Jameson in the Port Authority bathroom, amazed that nobody cut to the chase and dressed as a pool of vomit. #santacon
— Martha Garvey (@HobokenMartha) December 15, 2012
Is there some sort of Anti SantaCon movement I can join? I'm already Jewish.
— Lindsey Weber (@lindseyweber) December 15, 2012
And of course, there are those lucky few still steeped in blessed ignorance:
Why is every 3rd person I see on the streets of NYC today dressed as Santa Claus? Did I miss the memo?
— Piers Morgan (@piersmorgan) December 15, 2012