Looking for something to do this weekend involving FREE booze, cool art, furniture and the Mission, but don’t want to stoop to showing up at the front door of your ex-boyfriend or girlfriend and risking an outbreak of those pesky genital warts?  I’ve got you covered. Tonight at 5pm, Dusty

I haven’t been to an actual movie theater since I saw “Toy Story 3,” which was way back in June.  I have, however, seen movies in the park and in bed on my iPhone (thanks to the awesome new-ish Netflix app).  Let’s face it:  Movies are pretty bad-ass wherever you

Once upon a time I had a friend who really loved his chicken wings.  No matter what fancy restaurant we ate at — Chili’s, Applebee’s, T.G.I. Friday’s — this guy had one goal and one goal only — to tear apart some hot wings. Then we came up to San

I didn’t quite realize until I moved into a new apartment a few months ago exactly how much crap I own.  Whether it’s my collection of Dawson’s Creek DVDs or underwear that I’ve had since eighth grade (seriously), there’s a lot of junk hanging out in dresser drawers and buried at

A few weeks ago, SF Weekly sponsored this awesome happy hour event at The Irish Bank where for only $10, you could pound all the Widmer Hefeweizen and Drifter you and your buddies could handle for two hours. Understandably, not all of you were able to make it out for this.

As a seafood lover, I should have eaten oysters many times before last week, but for some reason they had eluded my ever-expanding stomach.  But when a friend told me about the awesome happy hour at Hyde Street Seafood House and Raw Bar, I finally felt the slimy goodness of

The first time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in the movie theater with a high school boyfriend (now a writer for ‘Modern Family’…fuck me).  The second time I saw ‘Amelie’ was in a parking lot in Seattle, which was actually incredibly awesome. The third time I saw ‘Amelie’ I’m pretty sure