That’s what my darling daughter asked me yesterday afternoon as we were dodging the giddy, Santa-costumed revelers in the Penn Station area.
“It’s a convention of Santas,” I explained patiently to my child. “They’ve been doing it a few years now. I just didn’t realize it was this weekend!” I smiled at her.
“It’s a pub crawl, Mom,” said my child, rolling her eyes as she frequently does when explaining the obvious to her doddering mother.
Wait! What? A pub crawl? I thought it was a bunch of good-natured people, playing dress-up and having fun riding the New York City subways. There’s drinking involved? And crawling? And how does my darling daughter know about this? She won’t drink anything that’s flavored, much less carbonated or alcoholized. She knows about pub crawls? How quickly they grow up! (sigh)