So last night I participated in something called Santarchy.... Basically a bunch of people dress as Santa and go drinking... Interesting. Evidently the turnout was low... only 15 santas or so, including myself, so I took off early. (Second time this year dressed as santa. I was Santa for Halloween too.) My buddy who's done it in the past stayed out all night. I picked him up at 3 in the morning at the Fleetwood (yum) and there was some hulaballo about some Santa leaving a card at the bar with some joke about anthrax. I didn't know what was going on. So we took off at the earliest opportunity.
My other friend is a comic fiend. I'm in the medical field here's the synthesis of the two.