santa is just satan mispelled, you know

the party season kicked off a little bit too early for me. starting with my bday-blues night out on the 27th of last month, then a dinner party on the 30th.  filipino christmas party followed on the 2nd of dec. then on 7th came bluegrasss night at the cellar. on the 8th was massi's italian dinner, 9th was winterfest then sweaterfest (way too much for a single night). 12th was poker/end of exams night (which i was able to pocket $80). today, graduation day...i'm not really up for partying, but i should, rather than spending the night eating my heart out.

man, christmas is not even here yet and i already feel bloated like a santa. (yeah, wanna sit on my lap?)

...which is not totally bad because this afternoon, staring at my stomach-showing possible symptoms of a beer belly, i got inspired to attempt and organize a local SANTACON aka SANTARCHY. depending on how many people i can convince to participate, the idea is to get together people wearing santa costume and then do a pubcrawl ala Beer Olympics. tough to pull off since most of the people i know 1)have left for the holidays, 2)have partied enough to last them 'til new year's, meaning still drunk... and 3)are not really my friends, i just mooch from them so they probably hate me by now.

this could go down in the books if it does happen, but we'll have to wait and see. so, to the bburg folks out there, if you haven't been naughty enough, this is your chance. you'll never know what ends up on your lap.