Trip the Light Unholy @ (p)RIDE on Pink Saturday

 

Its mid-June, folks, which in San Francisco means we are heading into the home-run stretch of Pride month. As Market street gets all polychromatic and workers frantically try to blast all the dried “character” away, all across town festivals, booze- busts, lecturers and shindigs are popping up like so many nosegays.

To help you along we’ll be highlighting all the places to go and the cheapest ways to get there. Time to get out y’all!

Pink Saturday, in theory, always sounds like a blast. Closed streets in the Mission and Castro, bars teeming with cute queers, and party, after party, after party.

The afternoon/ evening part is always awesome. It isn’t too crowded and people haven’t yet metamorphosed from adorable, darling fuzzies to salivating, snarling grotesques.

That’s why it’s always a good idea to flee the epicenter after nightfall, but where, oh where to go?

Well thanks to the young bright things behind Stay Gold, Ships in the Night and Party Hole there is (p)RIDE- An Unholy Queer Danceparty.

It’s true, this one, too has a cover, but like the Honey SoundSystem on Sunday, at the very least it isn’t over $10, which can’t be said of a lot of the larger parties.

In addition, instead of having to shoehorn yourself into some viscous matchbox like The Badlands, (p)RIDE is being held at the massive Public Works in its entirety. And it’s safe to say that beyond physical comfort, your bleeding ears will be thankful.

The all-star dj roster includes Motive, Taco Tuesday, Pink Lightning, Rapid Fire, Booty Klap, Jiggles and Durt.

Drippy, sticky belly goodness will be provided by Rocky’s Fry Bread and Angry Man Eats.

 

(p)RIDE- An Unholy Queer DanceParty

Saturday June 23, 2012

9 p.m.- 3 a.m.

$10

 

Public Works

161 Erie Street (@ Mission)

[Inner Mission/ South of Market]

SF

 

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Stephen Torres - Threadbare-Fact Finder

Stephen's early years were spent in a boxcar overlooking downtown Los Angeles. From there he moved around the state with his family before settling under the warm blanket of smog that covers suburban Southern California. Moving around led to his inabilty to stay in one place for very long, but San Francisco has been reeling him back in with its siren song since 1999. By trade he pours booze, but likes to think he can write and does so occasionally for people like the SF Bay Guardian. He also likes to enoy time spent in old eateries, bars and businesses that, by most standards, would have been condemned a long time ago.