Reindeer Games

I owe you a light post. A bit of holiday cheer. In the spirit of good tidings, reindeer games, and all things naughty and nice - I will be heading into NYC this Saturday to take part in Santacon. Just me, Miss Pegged, Monkey Gurl, and 5,000 silly Santa's.

Last year Miss Pegged was an angel who fell a lot. She wore white and towards the end of the night she got pretty dirty. So this year, she'll be "A Fallen Angel" dressed in black.

This is Miss Pegged tossing "angel dust" (silver glitter) into an NYPD squad car.
Typically, this is the sort of thing that gets you a free ride, but these cops were great sports. 

What a good little angel Miss Pegged was. Here she is helping Mahmoud Ahmadinejad cross the street.

Santacon's been getting a lot of bad press lately but I assure you most of us are very well behaved.

This will be my seventh (?) year attending and each year I change it up a bit.

The first year I was "Tally Ho" - along with my friends "Ida" and "Uda"

That's me with two balls on my hat.  

I thought I was slick by sewing on that extra ball
but my creative endeavors paled compared to some of the costumes.

  

Yes, thats a giant beer bong. 

Smurf Santa!

elf affection

fire and ice

I had so much fun that first year.  

I got to dance on a bar and I didn't fall off.

And I had fun at the playground.

 One year I was Frosty the Snowman. 

It was all about the coat that year.  

Another year I was a panda and asked everyone if they knew where "Pandacon" was.  

I thought I made pandacon up until I started running into other pandas. 

At the end of the night my hands ached from making "panda claw" hands over and over and over.  

This was also the year I found Jesus. 

The year Justin Timberlake sang his "Dick in the Box" song on SNL, I was a bad Santa with a crop and a box on my box - a cute little tiffany box glued to a pair of panties that I wore on top of three layers of tights. I kept asking people if they wanted to see my box, by the end of the night all I heard was, "No thanks, I already saw your box."

Last year I was a "Christmas Mess" 

 This is how I know that "puckered-up lip" shot isn't working for me anymore.  

This nice young man was kind enough to share his banana with me.

The banana's got bigger as the night wore on. 

This year I'm going to be "something that fell out of Santa's naughty coal bag."  

I've been training baby mice to stay in my dreadlocks. 

Working the little fellows six hours a day, 7 days a week.

"STAY dammit STAY!  Do it or I'll make you learn how to ROW"

And I'm bringing a Trust Fund Baby with me.  

She's part of the 1%. 

And she's bringing her pet monkey,

who swallowed one of the mice.


Ho Ho HO, MOnkeyME