San Francisco
Discounts and Hors D’oeuvres at the second Haight Street Art Walk tonight!
The best thing about the recession is that its not just you that’s hurting ‘” its everyone. From big head honchos downtown in the fi-di to college kids just barely getting started out (I have a world of shit to look forward to…), everyone is still trying to save money
Summer off to a rocky start? Shake your ass for free at Temple tonight!
Considering that I took the plunge yesterday and bought myself a shiny new Ipod Touch, I’m seriously scraping change from the bottom of my purse here. Today I’m heading out for an A’s game in Oakland ‘” $2 seats, baby! ‘” and if you want to read about the hilarity
Mad as Hell-Civic Center at 5 p.m. Tonight
Protesting never costs anything (unless you get thrown in the Big House, I guess) and for most San Franciscans is a crowd favorite varying from cause-du-jour to meaningful, visceral, in-your-face shit. Like most Californians know by now, the State Supreme Court handed down their convoluted ruling this morning and, naturally,
Drinking by Numbers at 440
I guess if you wanted to categorize 440, it could best be described as SOMA-light. It’s no Chaps II mind you, but if daddies and random acts of oral sex are too intense for you, then you may want to have your Castro Street experience elsewhere. One incentive to
Spice things up South American Style–Carnaval 2009!
The dull cold weekend is wrapping up, and you’re probably still hung over from Kelly’s fine work over at Dolores Park yesterday. Since you can’t be in South America like Stu, I’ll still give your broke-asses a free awesome travel tip ‘” most of you without having to leave your
Taste the rainbow at Dolores Park — Spiked Lemonade by Kelly!
It’s official: school’s out for summer. While I’m attending a lot of graduations in the next couple of days, its still my first week of break. Which can only mean one thing ‘” getting wasted out of my mind. The only problem is that my super-mexican roommate, one of the
The Church Key
I have the unfortunate distinction of having known Jason King for many, many years. I knew him when he was a long haired metal head who wore nothing but Pantera and Cannibal Corpse t-shirts. I was around for his brief and, dare I say, mediocre foray into motorcycle maintenance. Hell,
A Wedding at the Food Carts on Linda St.?
I just saw this on the Creme Brulee guy’s twitter page: “The linda st carts are proud to present LOVE. A wedding at the street carts on Friday. Let’s all try and look our best for the young couple.” Really?!? Getting married on a Mission side street,