Mike Giant is kind of an unlikely local art hero. He’s gotten a lot of love around San Francisco because 99% of his artwork involves hot chicks and bikes and tecate. (Fact: San Franciscans will only admit to liking two out of three of those at any given time.) Which

I had completely forgotten about the Alite Launch Party until I saw Monica post this on facebook: dj’s + urban forest + free booze + dog lounge + live screenprinting + sex charades = why would start your friday night anywhere else? come check out SF’s urban camping company and

In case you haven’t noticed the pattern, pretty much any time there’s a major drinking holiday in the Bay Area our very responsible friends at Berg Injury Lawyers like to pay for your cab ride home. Even though I have no idea how this is at all profitable for them,

In case you couldn’t tell by the groups of people wearing Leprechaun hats and shiny green plastic beads with giant shamrocks, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s one of the few minor holidays where you can close your eyes, spin in a circle while pointing, go into whichever bar you land

I have a strong premonition that you’ll be feeling the effects of St. Patrick’s Day Shitshow 2010 on Thursday morning while you’re getting ready for work, avoiding your ghastly reflection in the mirror at all costs and wondering what you should be more ashamed of:  the dangerously irresponsible amount of

(Pretty) Girls and Lasers, the electro duo everyone seems to be whispering about, is moving their monthly party to Happy Ending, and the LES couldn’t be more ecstatic.   The boys will be in the DJ booth all night long, starting at 10pm, and from 11-midnight, there will be an Open

I’m gonna be really real right now: the only thing that gets me wetter than fantasizing about making it with one of Marva Whitney’s back-up dancers is basking in the sun and eating some down home, backyard barbeque. You can imagine my reaction, then, when I heard about Hard French,

Not that we would encourage you to drink on your lunch break, but it’s Thursday, and dammit you work hard for that meager paycheck. So tell your coworkers you can’t come along with them to get stale potstickers from the steam trays at Lee’s Deli and head over to the