"My Husband Proposed To Me At Santacon"

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"My Husband Proposed To Me At Santacon"
What happens when you bar-hop with hundreds of people in Santa costumes? Our writer finds out.

Our relationship had never been boring. After meeting on Friendster two years earlier, I immediately began dragging him along to a series of Moroccan restaurants, dive bars, and techno clubs I was reviewing for a nightlife guide. Now, he was standing beside me, wearing a full Santa suit, clutching a hat and fake beard in his fist, and staring pointedly at his spat-clad sneakers. This time, we were trying out Santacon, an annual dawn-to-dark mass gathering that celebrated spontaneity, ingenuity, and riotous holiday cheer. What more could you ask for?

Christmastime always transformed me.

It made my heart expand in my chest, placing me in perpetual rapture for at least two months out of the year. I was inevitably intoxicated by the twinkling lights, the smell of cookies baking, our family's annual trip to the tattered Christmas display at Fountains of Wayne.

But riding the subway while donning a Santa suit required a certain extra something… an un-self-consciousness that allowed you to pretend that everything was business as usual, despite the fact that you were wearing a dirndl made out of a Christmas tree skirt from the dollar store. I didn't really have that something, but I was trying to pull it off as best I could. It helped that I wasn't alone. Somehow, I had talked my boyfriend into joining me.

Now, he was standing beside me, wearing a full Santa suit courtesy of Party City, clutching a hat and fake beard in his fist, and staring pointedly at his spat-clad sneakers. This time, we were trying out Santacon, an annual dawn-to-dark mass gathering that celebrated spontaneity, ingenuity, and riotous holiday cheer. Creative costuming? All-day drinking? Christmas? I couldn't help but want to be involved.

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