Booze
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
Memorial Day Weekend in NYC
Last night I went to a SaveFashion event sponsored by Refinery29. Like “Save the Whales”, Save Fashion is dedicated to supporting and protecting the noblest and most preyed upon of creatures: the New York Fashion Designer. There was a bunch of complimentary Alize and Amstel Light and deep discounts on
Broke-Ass Porn: Happy Hour
Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn. It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired. If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought
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,
Bender’s
Since today’s feature is a haiku that Monica penned about the delicious yo-yo’s we always get at Bender’s, I figured I’d dig up my old zine and transcribe what I wrote about the bar before it got fire bombed. Here it is: Bender’s: 800 South Van Ness @ 19th St. Relatively
“Boozin’ and Tomfoolery” And Cheap Wowch
Big, galactic high-five to MyOpenBar (which I’m always ready to give) for listing tonight’s sarty (sale-party) of Wowch stuff at I Heart. I don’t actually care about the clothes, but the Wowch seems to be a legend. I’m not talking about whatever cultish fame he/she ( I don’t even know!)