While it’s been pretty much confirmed that San Francisco’s Indian summer is over (which makes total sense because apparently now it’s December — where did 2010 go??), on the bright side, we’re SO CLOSE to Christmas!  This also means SantaCon 2010 is almost here, that joyous day on which legions

It may seem a bit early to be musing on potential Halloween costumes, but if grocery stores can start selling marshmallow pumpkins in August, then I can do whatever the hell I want.  Selecting the right costume is a very delicate dance.  Finding a costume that both rules, and doesn’t

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Tell me, broke-asses, just how shameless are ye? Tonight is the last full moon ride on the Cyclone at Coney Island — that is, it’s your last chance to be terrified for your life under a full moon (outside of taking a night trip to East New York, that is).

My two favorite ways to explore New York are riding a bike and gallivanting around in an absurd costume. Luckily, there are holidays like Santacon and Zombie Con through out the year, so I don’t have to wear my dinosaur costume to the grocery to get my silly clothes fix.

Dr. Sketchy’s is celebrating the New Year with burlesque queen Madame Rosebud in a tribute to the novel, Disco Bloodbath.  AND if you show up dressed in an Angel costume, you get in for FREE! Now what is Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School you might be wondering?  This a life drawing

Dear November,  Remember all those hot plans I had this summer to live it up (and get it on) under the balmy stars?  Well, guess what Dead Leaves?  It’s not too late!  Tonight, BangOn!NYC is commandeering a Williamsburg Thai restaurant to bring me a loud, raunchy beach party with DJs,

Do you like the feel of the chase? The rush of uncertainty, the bubbling of blood, the thrill of the adrenaline levels pounding in your…skull? There is nothing quite like that anxious, stalker feeling, and tonight, you can get a taste of it without the bite of the restraining order

When you walk into a place that’s playing ABBA, and you overhear one clerk asking another, “Can we rent out these clown shoes?” you know that there’s a high probability that you’re in the best store ever.  Between the florescent purple, pink and green carpet (think Hammer pants from elementary