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Baseball As It’s Meant To Be Seen
I don’t care which way the mass populous votes or how beautiful AT&T Park is, I am an Oakland A’s girl through and through. I’ve been going to the Coliseum (O.co be damned!) since before I could walk and that ballpark is as real as it gets. It’s noisy, kind
La Haltun’s Walk-up Taco Window in The Mission
Cheap, delicious tacos are found at the far right window at La Haltun The Mission District has many subsections, a few of which are less well trodden by that elusive and hard-to-define group whose omnipresence has helped to define it in contemporary minds, i.e., Hipsters. That nauseating word, like Alternative, Organic,
Oakland Art Murmur: As Good (And Cheap) As It Gets
The first Friday of every month has Oakland displaying the very best it has to offer; art, crafts, live music, food, and a city full of fun, diverse, and interesting people. Oakland Art Murmur is a city-wide multi-venue event that supports the burgeoning network of art and culture in this
Embarrassing Things That Psychics Have Told Me
When you’re trying to figure your life out and workin’ hard and struggling to Rise to the Top and all of that good stuff, things can get a little… desperate. So desperate, in fact, that you might feel the need to seek out some spiritual guidance. No, no, no. I
Broke-Ass Style: The Secret to Happiness is in Your Pants
These are my resort-themed Mom capris: They’re covered in colorful hibiscus-print, and have the names of exotic locales like “Martinique” and “St. Lucia” stamped all over them, in a font that can only can be described as “Tiki-esque.” They’re high-waisted and saggy-legged and cut at the most unflattering part of
Cici’s Cocktails, A Safe Haven in The Marina
I work at a restaurant that happens to be situated in the Marina; “Happens to be situated” because neither it’s concept, cuisine or clientele are emblematic of said District. It’s a qualification I find myself adding when mentioning my workplace to friends or acquaintances. Part of me wants to be
Being a Broke-Ass Parent
I realized this past weekend that I come from a long line of Broke-Asses. My grandfather used to drive 5 miles outside of town to save 10¢ on gas. My other grandfather would buy fifty rolls of toilet paper every time it went on sale (Although he did have at