So I just got my server back online and damn music is just such the bomb.  I’m rediscovering all these bands I used to be into like cock sparrer, ivy, ride and sunny day real estate.  how did I ever forget about them?  I have no idea.  I just realized today that now there’s such a term as classic emo!  I’m so old.

Sunny Day Real Estate - One

Disco 4 - He’s Santa Claus

Santacon was crazleberg this year.  Crazleberg because we thought we were going to separated from the whole thing when the ferry company oversold tickets on purpose and made the boat leave early, stranding hundreds of Santas helplessly at Pier 39 at 10 in the morning.  They probably did this on purpose because they somehow knew the power of 500 drunken Santas.  We set your alarms to get up early for this crap, imbibe all the right beverages,  get all the way over here, buy ferry tickets and the thing leaves?  so we desperately tried to figure out what to do.  Kind of like that show Amazing Race but starring intoxicated Santas.  Off to the Bart station.

If we fit just 9 santas in an Altima we could drive to the Bart station.  I’m sure that definitely wouldn’t have been a disaster at all, nope, not even.

A day without watermelon Blunt Wraps is just another ordinary day.

Our Bart partners in crime.

By the time we reached the 12 st Oakland  station, we had coalesced into a Santa force to be reckoned with.  Santa Power!

We finally made it to the destination which were these two ginormous bars.  This is where things started to get crazy.

I tried to keep my composure but I’m just not really good at being repeatedly hit in the face. With a Santa mace. By an Elf.

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Then we went back on Bart and went to this place in Berkeley called Jupiter to eat lunch.  I thought the day would end there but boy was I wrong.  Back onto Bart to go back to SF.  The whole train was one big Christmas carol.  I’m sure the regular folks just looooved us.  You just could not avoid being in a mass of Santas wherever you went.

Off to Zeitgeist for arm wrestling.

Still going?  Yes!  Got randomly picked up by one of those Cable Car bus thingies that dropped us off at Union Square.

We also dispensed 639 candy canes to the (un)willing public.

Then the traditional ending for our group- crashing Harry Denton’s.  Last year we we went there by mistake when I got it mixed up with the Gold Dust Lounge.  We were the only ones there and were treated like royalty which was so hilariously weird.  This year other Santas found out about it too which made it fun because we didn’t feel the class separation of Santa/Rich people so much.   Then we ended the night at Puerto Allegre.  All in all, a 12 hour day of ridiculousness.  Maybe that’s why today I feel brain dead and every muscle in my body is sore.  I totally appreciate what Santa goes through, man.