It’s December, but somehow we still step outside and manage to say “Man, it’s a hot one,” when we leave the apartment. That, combined with the loud, drunken approach of SantaCon gave the people at Late Night Basement an idea: why not fight Santa with the smooth licks of Santana? As you can see, things started out well, but once alcohol got in the mix, things heated up like they were seven inches from the midday sun, and it became a slovenly mess. Still, the participants in SantanaCon gave it their heart and made it real, and didn’t assault anyone, which is all you can really ask for.
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