This past Saturday was Santacon = a full day of bar hopping in Santa costumes.
Santacon
Santacon this year was great for poverexia because the day full of drinking made me forget about hunger. All day on Saturday I hopped around from bar to bar scoring free beers and shots of Peppermint Schnapps with chocolate syrup from random strangers. I guess we did stop by a restaurant at some point and ordered some chicken fingers and potato skins with the entire group, but 1 chicken finger and 2 potato skins later I was completely full for the rest of the day. YESSS.
This was a huge improvement from Santacon last year which was the most anti-poverexic experience I had in 2008 when I got completely blackout, threw up a really nice fish taco dinner that K had bought me to thank me for letting her stay at my place, and wasn’t able to stomach any food or drinks for the remainder of the night at a holiday party with amazing-looking food and at a $75 open-bar charity event that I had already bought tickets for. What an embarrassing performance, and all because of Santacon.
This year was much better.
Poverexic in NYC 