That sounds like a Cacophony Society event. They do something like that in SF (though less rampage-y).

I have so very much cleaning to do today, but it all requires getting up, and I don't wanna.

I think it's a copycat event. Though some folks active in Caco can be that kind of drunken frat boy asshole, they don't really cross the line into stealing and vandalism. Here are the Four Fucks of SF Caco's Santarchy (a tradition which I think is at least 10 years old...SF's Santarchy happened yesterday):

THE FOUR FUCKS:

Don't fuck with KIDS

Don't fuck with THE LAW

Don't fuck with SECURITY

DON'T FUCK WITH SANTA!

We had SantaCon here last weekend, which involves plenty of drunkenness, but little or no rampaging.

Another weird weekend due to sleep issues. I spend my week staying up way too late just so I can feel like I have a life outside work. When the weekend comes around I'm so exhausted that I spend a lot of it sleeping. Thus losing the best shot at having a life: the weekend. Yesterday I must have set a new record. I'm sure the 55 degree indoor temp here helped bring out the hibernator in me. So at 7:50pm, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and went to bed. I woke up at 12:50am. I checked a couple online boards, read a little bit of The Annotated Christmas Carol, then went back to bed again. Woke up at 8:30am. So I slept two 7 hour jags in a row last night. Wow. Now I feel totally bizarre and I'm realizing I've lost some prime time I could have been using for cleaning up the construction mess around here, holiday baking and shopping for gifts.

DON'T FUCK WITH SANTA!

Unless you're Jesus:

OK. I really need to neaten and straighten my house. And take a shower. I'm not overly pressed about impressing my friend who's coming over, but there should at least be a spot for her on the sofa and a place on the coffee table for her books, right?

A few years ago, a friend and I were out drinking downtown about a week before Christmas. As we were walking to the car, we saw a Santa with a traditional red bag of goodies, ambling down the street, followed by a pack of people making merry.

We saw him handing out stuff from his bag, so my friend and I decided we wanted stuff, and ran over to where he was. (Truthfully, I was expecting red and green condoms, or something similar.) Santa was a little drunk -- or a lot -- but reached into his bag and gave us each a handful of Hershey's Kisses.

Then Santa and his band of merry-makers continued on down the street, wandering past a gay restaurant with a big plate-glass window in the front. He stopped, and we could hear him asking his band of merry-makers "This is a gay restaurant, right? They like other guys?" Upon getting confirmation, Santa proceeded to do an impressively obscene dance right up against the front window.

My friend and I couldn't even walk, we were laughing so hard.

Okey-dokey, I'm off into the wilds for some Christmas shopping. I hope that, as my reward, I have the energy to go to a movie tonight. I'm not sure that I require a reward; I just want to go to a movie.

Yeah, a spot on the sofa would be good. Books can always go on the floor, though...

"This is a gay restaurant, right? They like other guys?" Upon getting confirmation, Santa proceeded to do an impressively obscene dance right up against the front window.

Aw, Santa is such a giver.

That is hilarious.

I've posted my Wintergrace mix at Buffistarawk. Jesse, this has a lot of crossover with the Comfort and Joy tape. This one is mostly traditional American bluegrass Christmas carols. Very pretty. Track listing here: DavidS "Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach" Dec 18, 2005 10:24:10 am PST