I really haven't felt much like blogging since Friday when someone stormed an elementary school and killed 26 people, mostly children. I spent a large part of the day weepy and anxious about what I would do if it happened at the school my mom works in. Watching the news and imagining the horrible scenario, alternating between tears and anger. I felt so guiltily relieved to not know anyone involved and to be able to turn off the TV and walk away, and so sad that some families will never be able to walk away. It seems strange to follow that up with a bunch of pictures, but I really felt like it needed to be acknowledged because I can't stop thinking about it for very long.
Saturday morning I nearly skipped Santacon, but I'm pretty happy that I went. It was really fun, silly as it sounds, to spend the day with a bunch of girls drinking in costumes. Reminded me to enjoy being alive.
Santacon is possibly the biggest, worst bar crawl to descend on New York City with teetering Santa's wandering the streets all day. I would hate it if I didn't have a red Santa hat and a drink in my hand.
There were Santa's everywhere. They were climbing out windows.