Tomorrow's lineup of bars to rampage in flannel has finally been posted.  While I could tell some stories of this event (primarily consisting of dirty caroling in Zeitgeist and posing for group photos in front of a dude wearing bondage standing in the window of Good Vibrations), I'd rather just share my friend's recollection of last year:

Last year, after 8 hours of drinking, I ended up taking a train to Davis, CA for what I thought was a house party. As it turns out, it was a quiet dinner party. I thoroughly embarrassed myself by showing up drunk in a santa suit with everyone else wearing semi-formal wear. I proceeded to cause a scene by loudly yelling insults at the party hosts. I made my exit exlaiming that I would “walk to Sacramento,” (for some reason). I got lost, sat down at a bus stop and called for a ride.

I'd like to top that this year.

There you have it people: no 8pm trains to Davis after drinking for 8 hours in a Santa suit.