By Rachel Fogletto My friends are always asking me how I’m able to exercise and drink most days of the week. Motivation to work out is a struggle, even more so when you’re broke, hungover, depressed or even exhausted. I used to make a lot of justifications for not working

I can’t tell if I’m waking up or just going to sleep. My drunken stupor has muffled my senses, each coming in and out of focus in a kaleidoscope of sound and touch. I slowly begin to ascend the tiers of sobriety, and as I do, my senses return. There

Calling all Leprechauns…get your green on and go out and get your drink on. Green beers preferred, but just remember this – SF taxis are FREE til 3 am!  I can’t promise that the cab drivers will be anything but assholes, but hey – be sure and leave a nice

From the outside this spot has a total biker bar look to it, but once you get in you realize that it is more of a “55 year olds getting drunk and dancing to live blues music” sort of spot.  This fabled watering hole is one of the oldest in

Speaking solely in generalities, hipsters live in the Mission and douchebags inhabit the Marina.  Right?  Isn’t that something that we’ve decided on as a culture here in San Francisco?  That white guys can really be only one of those things?  The truth of the matter is that I’ve met plenty of