Ah, Christmas in Los Angeles. Nearly the same as spring in Los Angeles. During my first winter here, I had to break out a sweater and put up a Christmas tree to remind myself what month it was. If I were smart, I would have just gone to Santacon. I’ve always wanted to dress in red Santa Claus suit and wander around the city from bar to bar with several hundred other people dressed as Santa Claus as we got totally wasted. This weekend, I am already busy, but hopefully, you are penciling in the most famous get-drunk-dress-as-Santa Claus party known to man. Admittedly, we here in Los Angeles have it really easy. It might be 50 degrees at the coldest. But, armed with a ticket and a $5 all-day Metro pass, several hundred pranking Santas can cause quite a ruckus.

Say local Santacon officials:

Santacon is a response to the consumer-culture of Amerika’s Holiday season. To that end, Santa would invite, incite you to come with your way to create and spin up the cacophony. Santa is working hard to put Santa in a place where cacophony can ensue; however it’s up to Santa to create it. (Only one request: can we keep the meta-pranks: the pranks on Santa, to a minimum? Remember who we’re pranking. Pranking the pranksters can be fun and games but is lost in the larger scheme of the event.) Also, don’t be a douchebag asshole Santa. No-one likes that.

No, no one does like that.

Merry pranking begins bright and early on Saturday at 11a.; those who make it through the whole thing, can celebrate at Canter’s Deli. Buy tickets and find out more info here.

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