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Swigging Santas: Portland Santacon returns Dec 7

Swigging Santas: Portland Santacon returns Dec 7
December 03, 2013

Saturday marks the sixth annual Santacon in Portland. The “Santa convention” gathers fans of Father Christmas to celebrate the season and the man who makes it happen by collectively raising their glasses in no less than five local bars.

Wine walk, eat sweet & bar crawl in Portland this Halloween

Wine walk, eat sweet & bar crawl in Portland this Halloween
October 22, 2013

From candy to cocktails, M&Ms to malbec. Halloween is different as an adult. The importance of a wearing a costume-to-beat-all-costumes hasn’t faded over the years, except as an adult you have more freedom to incorporate things like pyrotechnics, realistically oozing flesh wounds, satanic references, and/or cleavage – depending on your creative vision.

200+ Santas walk into a bar: Santacon

200+ Santas walk into a bar: Santacon
December 03, 2012

There’s no rest for the cheery this time of year. Santa’s working overtime to ensure his one night of worldwide present dispensing goes off without a hitch. It’s a joyful gig. But the stress sometimes keeps him up nights. Makes sense that he might choose to blow off some steam with an innocent bar crawl around town.

Santacon 2012 in Portland

Santacon 2012 in Portland
December 02, 2012

Santacon came to town on Saturday. Hundreds of Santas, reindeer, elves, a wise man, a snowman, a gingerbread man and…

Portland Santacon 2012

November 27, 2012

Saturday marks the fifth Santacon in Portland. The “Santa convention” gathers fans of Father Christmas to celebrate the season and the man who makes it happen by collectively raising their glasses in no less than six local bars.

O Come, all ye faithful (specifically those willing to wear faux beards and Santa suits): Santacon Portland

O Come, all ye faithful (specifically those willing to wear faux beards and Santa suits): Santacon Portland
December 01, 2011

‘Twas 21 days before Christmas, and all through the Old Port, some creatures were stirring – a fat, jolly sort.
The brewpubs and bars had been opened with care, in the hopes that kind drinkers soon would be there.