Stuart covered this last year when the museum was brand-spaking-new and the FREE day was a proceed-at-your-own-risk kind of activity.  But now the museum is old news and the novelty has sort of worn off, unless you haven’t been there yet, in which case you should go on Wednesday because

Yours truly used to actually work at Harvey’s, and even then I was kind of embarrassed to say so.  The place is over-priced and serves pretty crappy food.  That, and although I know its named in honour of Mr. Milk, one can’t help but feel its more using the name

There are some things I’m better at than others.  Math?  Not so much.  Throwing parties?  Absolutely!  Any of the 1,500+ people who attended the release party for my SF book or my Fuck the Recession Party can attest to that.  Those same people can also attest to the fact that

When it comes to setting a mood, few promoters are as adept as DJ Bus Station John.  If you’ve ever been to one of his nights around town, you’ll know the smut envelopes all the senses – from his deft array of bathhouse vinyl to the ample display of cock

It’s probably pretty hard to be broke if you live all the way in the Outer Sunset because those cab fares can’t be cheap. But like any decent neighborhood it must have its share of cheap neighborhood bars, otherwise people wouldn’t live there, right? The Riptide must be pretty rad

On this, one of the most hangover laden weekends of the year, you’re probably curled up in a ball apologizing to your stomach and liver and wishing that Abraham Lincoln had never invented alcohol. One thing that has gotten me through times like this are the funny/genius cures offered up

I doubt I’m alone in thinking that paying an expensive cover for an open bar staffed by cater waiters in a hotel conference room-turned-nightclub is pretty overrated. In fact, I’m willing to bet most readers’ New Year’s Eve plans involve at least two of the following: mini bottles of champagne