No one in San Francisco wants the Giants World Series excitement to be over — especially our livers.  Our poor organs are clearly going through withdrawals from not drinking heavily enough after the big win and this must be remedied.  Most of us are looking to Spring Training in March

Did you go to the I Live Here SF retrospective the other week like I told you to?  Well you should have, but if you didn’t you can still see all the great art when you got to the Muni Diaries Happy Hour tomorrow. This sounds like a pretty rad

I started out on BrokeAssStuart.com as the crunchy, garden-loving, East Bay correspondent and it’s about time I got back to my roots. Pun! If you remember, I told you last year how to set up a garden for FREE (Part I & II). Now I’m coming at you with some new gardening opportunities. Mills

The folks over at Laundry Locker are teaming up with Sports Basement, Larkin Street and a gang of other sponsors to throw a party in the name of charity.  They;ll be giving out FREE snacks, wine, beer, massages and 15% off at Sports Basement.  That’s my kind of party!  There’s

Do you like $1 beers? How about FREE PB&J sandwiches? Are you the sort of person who enjoys Soul music? I bet you do! But here’s the real question: have you ever played with a four foot tall game of Connect Four? Well Wednesday is your chance! Come out to

Hypothetical:  You’re in a Wednesday night adult softball league that plays on the fields at Chestnut and Laguna in the Marina.  Said team plays (and inevitably loses) game.  You are angry, but mostly because you didn’t eat before you came and you’re pretty ravenous.  Where do you go? If you’re

Yoga is my chosen form of exercise. I enjoy it immensely (once I drag my lazy ass out of the house and to the studio) and appreciate that for sixty to ninety minutes, I am encouraged not to think, just do. The only problem? Yoga classes are pricey. This makes

Being an adult means that I no longer come home from school, tired and books in tow, to a warm plate of cookies baked by my loving mother cooling on the stove top. There is no one to pour me a glass of milk, pet my head, and tell me