The 10th Annual SF Beer Week Opening Gala could only be properly covered in that most inebriated style of American journalism. Friday night is returning slowly, hazy as an East Coast IPA, unfiltered, lingering on the palette. The artist drew vaginas on napkins and sold them to lesbians. “I’m making

Oh Muni…you strange and fickle mistress. Though I’ll never understand you, I need you in my life, and I ride the shit out of you. I’m pretty sure most San Franciscans feel the same way which is exactly why Muni Diaries has been so awesome for the past 4 years.