Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, do I have some good giveaways for you today! I’m giving away a pair of tickets to two awesome events…

Beans! Today is all about ’em. I know last week I wrote about sex and I am probably wrecking boners everywhere, but please hear me out. I’m going through this really weird time right now. I’m starting new projects and none of them pay for a couple more weeks. So I’m in-between

If you’re like me, unwinding at the end of the week means finding time to wander. And First Fridays in North Beach has everything I like in a Friday afternoon: block after block of beer, poetry, and art. There are 20+ galleries and shops with happy hour deals and every

I remember living on Valencia St. when KFC was still on the block, junkies constantly shouted above the bell of the nearby church and Lost Weekend had half-off Wednesday and VHS tapes. Then, the gallery attendants below me started to leave traces of hispterdom: cans of PBR. They were everywhere.

      Eat Your Way Through National Hot Dog Day 2012! As Jennifer Coolidge once so eloquently cooed, when it comes to the Fourth of July, it’s hard not to think about a hot dog. Whether, it be beef, pork, poultry, or soybean makes no difference, you have to have

So you think just because you’re not actually slurring your way through a drunken late night phone conversation that using the text messaging function on your telephonic device will make you appear less insane?  Think again, friend.  Drunk texting may even be WORSE, because although most of the time, you

What’s the best way to honor the unspoken nod between booze and books? Start a book club at a bar, right? That’s just what two two sisters who concocted the “Books and Booze” book club did. It’s hosted monthly at their literary and libation haven, Two Sisters Bar and Books

Around this town, especially in the Haight, where I live, “gutter punk” has become synonymous for something along the lines of distasteful street varmint. Mentioning those two words together usually incites a reaction from people… a groan or some version of “fucking terrible.” When I first moved here, back in