thirty Santa's walk into a bar...

A couple of weekends ago, Danger Will Robinson (the band that I play in) played a show at the Satyricon. Like the previous show we played there, it totally sucked, and for the same reason too. They put us last on the bill and then didn't monitor the playing time of the other bands so we didn't play until almost 1am. Although this totally sucked, there was one strangely bright spot of the night. It definitely goes down in history of my life as one of weirdest things that I've ever seen. The story goes like this:
During the extended wait before playing rock and/or roll, a friend of mine named Bryan and I were having a conversation. It was a serious and enjoyable conversation about life, family, and future. Suddenly, we look up to see something that immediately halts the conversation. Four people wearing Santa suits walk into the bar (sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, and in a sense it was). We look at them for a moment, but soon go back to the conversation. Then, two more Santa's walk in. Again we pause and comment, but go back to talking, meanwhile ignoring the bizarre spectacle. We continue the conversation for about another minute until we look up to see at least thirty Santa's in the bar, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, passing out gifts (ie candy canes, toy cars, and flavored condoms), and other various activities that your average group of Santa's would partake in. Bryan got handed a candy cane and a cola flavored condom from a very trashy looking female Santa. I only received a portion of a candy cane. When she left, I ask Bryan if that meant I was on the nice list or the naughty list. Soon the Santa's were on their way to spread Christmas cheer to another gathering of drunkards, but this event will always be remembered as one of the greatest Christmas moments of all time.