I Take Some Responsibility for Santa Clause’s Bad Behavior
December 7, 2011 § 1 Comment
Last December, sitting at my desk, I heard a ruckus in the streets down below. That’s one of the great things about living above a busy Manhattan street… occationally a stray marching band or other ruckus rolls on buy. This one happened to be SantaCon. Streams of Santa Clauses pouring down my street, with me looking down like a proud mum.
You see… I was a founding organizer for SantaCon. With much help from the west coast Cacophony Society folks. Including Reverend Al and John Law. (They were already doing SantaCon in their cities and in many cities around the world. I just spawned the NYC version.) Our main goal? Boobs, booze and toilets for Santa Clause. Not an easy thing to do when moving a couple hundred Santa Clauses safely around New York City. And with few cel phones and limited internet… we actually used my home phone number as a point of contact. I would call in and change my answering machine message so stray Santa Clauses would know where to find us. A few hundred Santa Clauses had my phone number. And continued to call me for years. Oh… the good old days.
I don’t know what the experience is like today, but it looks like it’s happening this weekend.
Here are a couple photos from 1998. I was giving Santa Clause a tour of the that 42nd Street sex emporium I used to work at called Show World.
Ducky! we are peddling tickets to the Santacon afterparty this year, on the Rubulad kickstarter. so your party admission goes toward the fundraising goal.
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/rubulad/make-rubulads-dream-home-come-true
xoxo Alita