I’ve decided to give up drunk texting booze for a month. I am on day 15 which is an accomplishment in and of itself. What prompted my temporary abstinence from the sauce?  A myriad of things, but to name a particular instance: last weekend I went to a party.  ‘Twas

Be nice. Be nice to the wobbly Asian man at the corner store with gingivitis who silently judges you for purchasing ZzzQuil, a giant bottle of Stella, pop tarts and Jesus Christ, you’re projecting again. Be nice to the weathered homeless lady sitting on your front steps struggling trying to tie her

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

We’ve all had to deal with it at some point:  The dreaded picking up of the items from your ex’s place after you’ve been dumped.  This is a wildly uncomfortable situation but also a stellar opportunity for you to get in one last time showcase how well you’re doing post break-up. And if you’re

I do it on my way to work.  I do it while I’m on the phone with my boss.  I do it on the plane.  I do it in between gchatting and facebooking client meetings.  I do it before I go to sleep.  I do it in the bathroom.  I do it

The celebrity doppelgangers that live amongst us…and take the bus

You’ve been there.  I’ve been there.  A toll booth worker has been there.  Your creepy uncle with the lingering hand stare and propensity to unabashedly flirt with you at a family reunion after a few gin+tonics has been there.  And, for the few of you who haven’t been there, good for

Lent.  Up until a day year ago I thought it was just one vowel off from the shit you can find in your belly button. As time has gone on, however, I’ve learned that it’s so much more than what I did with my sweater.  It’s the commemoration of the period before

It’s almost hell on earth Valentine’s Day.  I’ve been made aware of this almost every day since mid-January by my mecca, Walgreens.  I typically escape my cube thrice a week and venture to Walgreens on Powell to snag up a back of Haribo Gold Bears and something random I don’t need, like