SantaCon Is Over, Santa Bodies Aren't Littering The Streets, And I Feel Cheated

This weekend, SantaCon took over Manhattan. If you didn't know, SantaCon is a bar crawl where a lot of young people dress up in Santa or Elf-themed costumes, and then proceed to completely embarrass themselves.

And yet, in the aftermath of SantaCon, the event that is an excuse to ignore society's generally agreed-upon rules of peeing, I'm always disappointed.

Another year of Santa Con and I see no Santa bodies littering the streets, no bulldozers piling up Santa against walls they might have peed on the night before, no city employees patrolling the streets in hazmat suits spraying Kringle mounds with MTA-approved flame throwers.

Oh well, what could have been ...

Oh well, maybe next year.


To The Person Who Is Reading This Open Letter About This Open Letter You're Reading

Let me first say, thank you.

This post hasn’t had an easy life. It started out as nothing. The bills were piling up. Family and friends had lost faith in its ability to get done.

And slowly with the help of a few good samaritans like yourself, it’s blossomed into the series of words that you’re reading right now.

You saw this post hitchhiking around on the information super highway and instead driving past, you stopped and you gave this little post a chance. Counted out by so many, this post had no one to turn to, and you stepped up.

You didn’t clap for my super unathletic weiner kid playing sports. You didn’t pay for my expensive Starbucks drink which, let’s be honest, I only get on the slight chance someone in front of me will pay for it. And you didn’t leave me a smile as a tip, which my student loan officer continues to refuse as payment.

The truth is, you didn’t have to click on this post at all. And you didn’t have to read this post which thanks you for reading this post you didn’t have to click on. But despite the adversity placed in your path, you forged ahead and proved that you did read this post.

It’s not a perfect post, and will never claim to be. And yet, like people, that’s what makes posts great, the imperfections. But you know what is perfect? You’re curiosity.

Thank you.