Santacon on the Move

Today, Management has decided to get out of the usual myopia and join what will undoubtedly be hundreds of blogs whooping it up about last night's NYC Santacon.

Hopefully, we made your cab stop and you said "what the hell?"











Shout out to the political chicas who busted out a DIY version of "Come all Ye Faithful" in front of McDonald's. Only caught "Oh come let us exploit them," as we teetered into the Continental, but a bang up job girls. Well done.







Among other surprises, our good but dangerous friend Mike descended to our planet and rolled out some scandalous missions which thankfully never came to fruition.


NOTE: ceci n'est pas une kiss! (These people are not kissing. For real.)

Nothing like a "hey, let's make it look like we're making out" picture with your best friend. It was funny in third grade, and it's still funny in your thirties early twenties.



By the end of the night-- whenever that was-- I have a feeling Mike narrowly escaped being wrung up on the coal side of the Naughty and Nice List. Phew.