enhanced by bar-hopping. Here's a terrorist Santa and his friend on
Market Street.
event was all about being seen. This camera-wielding Santa was glad to
help, adding post-modern meta to the event's absurdist Dada.
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Here comes another one:
Dasher?
Cupid?
Blitzen?
Nixon?
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same name as a cleanser. And she has cleanser cans on her arms!!!!
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Ha, ho, ho, ha, ho, ho, ha, ho, ho, ha, ho, ho, ha, ho, ho, ha, ho,
ho, ha, ho, ho, ha, ho, ho, ha, ha, ho, ho, ha, ha, ho!
For a bunch of strangers somehow compelled to stand around on Market
Street in the pouring rain, the Saturday Santas showed a lot of spring
in their step.
One of the revelers told us this was an "adult" event. We had a hard
time figuring out what that meant. Adult sophistication? Adult
situations? Adult standard-bearers Bob Guccione and Hugh Hefner
wouldn't stand in the rain in a Santa suit to hook up.
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However, judging from the fair mood these people were apparently in
despite walking around an empty city in soaking wet polyester fur, perhaps it's about time they did.
