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El Rio Anniversary Party Today
As you know, we here at BAS.com love the fuck out of El Rio. Hell, our own Threadbare-Fact Finder, Stephen Torres, even works there. He even wrote a whole piece detailing all of El Rio’s amazing deals, and there are MANY of them. Today this fantastic watering hole is celebrating
Beats, BBQ and Broke-Ass Disco
Labor Day is upon us and as the summer comes to a close, here’s one last weekend to break out those beer coozies and hot pants. For us broke-asses without summer shares and well, cars, you can still live it up this three-day weekend and avoid the Jersey shore altogether.
The San Francisco Beer Passport is Here!
Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally
Hostelling International’s FREE 100th Anniversary Party in SF
I’m not a fan of camping or dorms. I’m pretty sure camping is why houses were invented. And the only purpose of dorms is to make you so miserable freshman year that you’re forced to go out and make friends. Hostels are a combination of dorms and camping, but somehow
$5 Summer BBQ Blowout
This is a pretty weak effort on my part but I’m buried in packing and super stressed out. I don’t wanna leave you hanging though, with no free or cheap goodie for the day so I’m reposting what sounds like a pretty awesome BBQ DIRECTLY from the folks at Flavorpill:
Win a FREE Bike at Rockstar Bar!
My ibook G4 power cord burned out last night in a blaze of sparks, glory and the odor of melted plastic. Thankfully I was home at the time because the sparks that thing shot off could have very easily burned down my house.
Roll Out the Barril! – FREE BBQ and $10 all you can drink
Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers. My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they