SantaCon v. 3.0

It’s official:  SantaCon remains my favorite Seattle spectator sport three years running.  My first SantaCon set the bar relatively high for the rest of them, losing a member of our party at only our second stop and waking up with a fireball tattoo on my wrist and a Virgin Mary candle in my purse. This … More SantaCon v. 3.0

Stalking Santa

I woke up yesterday morning with a fireball tattoo on my wrist and red fuzz all over my pillow.  I spent the next 30 minutes in a groggy stupor, picking the red chunks out of my hair scrubbing the temporary tattoo off of my body, glad I had opted for the wrist placement versus the … More Stalking Santa