OK Yesterday was Crazy.
9am, some guy drives me out to Pleasantville (I am not kidding) where I was a Santa for his kid! He "caught" me dropping off gifts. Dad had prepped me on the kids likes and dislikes, so I was able to suprise him with details about his life, and ask about favorite drawings, and action figures and the like. Saw the kids drawings, played a little video, and the kid was happy. Actually lots of fun.
Noon I am back at Times Square working the crowd. Life is great for a few hours. Then ESPN puts up a boom for TV shots, and it draws a big crowd. We are overwhelmed with picture takers and get so flustered we have to leave, because we are starting to get really angry with all those crowding people. Yes I know I am in Times Square, but it was still overwhelming!
5 PM Dinner at a diner on 8th with JT, my "business" partner and photag man.
6 pm Back to TImes Square, crowds thinner and we can manage a steady flow much better.
1230 am Finish Times Square, and try to see LOTR. Missed the beginning so we hit Bellvue on 9th in Hells Kitchen instead.
This is where it gets interesting. Start to drink at Bellvue (don't interesting times always start this way) and have a blast. Dance with every girl there. (Who can refuse Santa, YES I am still in Santa Suit! lol) Some guy falls in love with me. Wants to dance, so OK I dance and he kissses my cheek. Then we are all out front having a smoke, and he switches on me, "SANTA MUST DIE, SANTA MUST DIE" he chants, and this 250 lb guy starts to attack me in his own drunken fashion. First I think its a joke but then he has got me on the ground choking me! I get him in a half nelson and my buddy (THANK YOU JT!) and I finally pry his fingers of my neck! We go back in, I tell the barkeepress to cut him off. Yes I did not kick him out. MISTAKE! Next girl I dance with, he attacks her mumbeling incoherently! Finally we get him outside and lock the door. He is out there lurking. Everytime someone leaves, I run out there and play interference while they scurry off! (OK I did it once! lol) He try to get back in by clinging to the door jam, I have to pound on his fingers to get them to let go!
We finish Bellvue (drunk is finally gone) and start to Barhop up 9th ave. Free drinks, and cute girls, and life is good blah blah blah. (Go out on Christmas day in a Santa Suit, girls sit on your lap, and people buy you drinks!)
Walking down 50th street.
At one point a girl comes running out of her car, that man has stolen my keys! Points at fleeing man, Santa runes after but he gets in his car and speeds away. Console crying "girlfriend" (only a "boyfriend" would be so cruel I think)
Hit one last bar.
Then two cute girls pick us up in their van. BAD IDEA SANTA Of course they are pros and wants 50 bucks to give us hummers. One I don't use hookers, and two I have they whole take from Times Square in my bag and am not about to go rooting around in it in front of them. (OK those are kind of mutually exclusive reasons, but I was drunk, and it was Christmas and for a minute I thought about it, OK!) So I give them a 20 for the "ride" around the block, (I wanted them not to be unhappy, who knows what they would do if they were unhappy, yes sometimes a unhappy hooker scares me more than a drunken crazy man!)
Finally get home at 5 am to crash till 2.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
9am, some guy drives me out to Pleasantville (I am not kidding) where I was a Santa for his kid! He "caught" me dropping off gifts. Dad had prepped me on the kids likes and dislikes, so I was able to suprise him with details about his life, and ask about favorite drawings, and action figures and the like. Saw the kids drawings, played a little video, and the kid was happy. Actually lots of fun.
Noon I am back at Times Square working the crowd. Life is great for a few hours. Then ESPN puts up a boom for TV shots, and it draws a big crowd. We are overwhelmed with picture takers and get so flustered we have to leave, because we are starting to get really angry with all those crowding people. Yes I know I am in Times Square, but it was still overwhelming!
5 PM Dinner at a diner on 8th with JT, my "business" partner and photag man.
6 pm Back to TImes Square, crowds thinner and we can manage a steady flow much better.
1230 am Finish Times Square, and try to see LOTR. Missed the beginning so we hit Bellvue on 9th in Hells Kitchen instead.
This is where it gets interesting. Start to drink at Bellvue (don't interesting times always start this way) and have a blast. Dance with every girl there. (Who can refuse Santa, YES I am still in Santa Suit! lol) Some guy falls in love with me. Wants to dance, so OK I dance and he kissses my cheek. Then we are all out front having a smoke, and he switches on me, "SANTA MUST DIE, SANTA MUST DIE" he chants, and this 250 lb guy starts to attack me in his own drunken fashion. First I think its a joke but then he has got me on the ground choking me! I get him in a half nelson and my buddy (THANK YOU JT!) and I finally pry his fingers of my neck! We go back in, I tell the barkeepress to cut him off. Yes I did not kick him out. MISTAKE! Next girl I dance with, he attacks her mumbeling incoherently! Finally we get him outside and lock the door. He is out there lurking. Everytime someone leaves, I run out there and play interference while they scurry off! (OK I did it once! lol) He try to get back in by clinging to the door jam, I have to pound on his fingers to get them to let go!
We finish Bellvue (drunk is finally gone) and start to Barhop up 9th ave. Free drinks, and cute girls, and life is good blah blah blah. (Go out on Christmas day in a Santa Suit, girls sit on your lap, and people buy you drinks!)
Walking down 50th street.
At one point a girl comes running out of her car, that man has stolen my keys! Points at fleeing man, Santa runes after but he gets in his car and speeds away. Console crying "girlfriend" (only a "boyfriend" would be so cruel I think)
Hit one last bar.
Then two cute girls pick us up in their van. BAD IDEA SANTA Of course they are pros and wants 50 bucks to give us hummers. One I don't use hookers, and two I have they whole take from Times Square in my bag and am not about to go rooting around in it in front of them. (OK those are kind of mutually exclusive reasons, but I was drunk, and it was Christmas and for a minute I thought about it, OK!) So I give them a 20 for the "ride" around the block, (I wanted them not to be unhappy, who knows what they would do if they were unhappy, yes sometimes a unhappy hooker scares me more than a drunken crazy man!)
Finally get home at 5 am to crash till 2.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
lizfitts:
Wow, Santa! That was quite a day! I heard Santa Con was wild too. Merry Christmas indeed!
franandzooey:
That cast iron chair you got for X-mas sounds cool! I haven't seen one like it. Would the beer really spill on the chicken or would it go all over the place? Either way that is cool. I don't eat chicken but I still want one. hehe.