Thousands upon thousands of LED lights flicker against a towering backdrop of eucalyptus, cypress, pine, oak, and elm. Acrylic cobwebs wrap the palm trees, walkways, and exhibits of the Zoo in intoxicating color. It’s the perfect place to bring friends, family, or a first date.

Bust out the glitter and put your skates on! Get ready to skate this Friday night, July 26th from 8 p.m. – 12 a.m. for a night of funky moves at the roller disco!  The event is 21 and up and just costs $10. All proceeds benefit SF IndieFest, a

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

So I moved to Portland last summer from San Francisco and, as you can tell from my previous posts, (A Scumbag’s Guide to Portland) I’m madly in love with it.

Living in a big city can be a major bummer.  There’s the lack of nature, the competition, the depressing drain on your finances.  It totally sucks.  But instead of getting wrapped up in your status anxiety and your rapidly depleting bank account, why don’t you embrace the most innocent, spirit-lifting

The other night I was hanging out with my 21-year-old intern that seriously brought me back to the good old days – when what you drank didn’t matter, it was the quantity that counts. The type of night when two people can devour an 18-pack of Tecate in a couple

There’s nothing like pounding Coors Lights, stuffing your face with greasy pepperoni pizza and belting out the lyrics to Paradise City while dancing like Axel Rose after getting your second strike in a row on a rainy Sunday afternoon. If you really want to end your weekend with a bang,

Christmas is over. You’ve stuffed yourselves to the brim with holiday cheer and baked goods, and are preparing your livers for the New Year’s celebrations to come. The only think left to do is return the ugly fill-in-the-blank that you’re great aunt/uncle/cousin gave you for the fourth year in a

One of my favorite memories of my adolescence was pulling hilarious pranks on unsuspecting fools.  Prank calls, toilet-papering houses, the ole rubber band on the kitchen sink spray thingy (sorry Mom); all good times. Unfortunately for the youth of today, these simple pleasures have given way to spiffy technology and