Photo from Yelp.com It’s a known fact that your experience in a bar is different when you’re 21 than when you’re 31. I now view going to bars as an opportunity to bond with the few friends I have left instead of getting trashed with a bunch of acquaintances who

I’m really excited for this event! I’m going to be debuting a really special, brand new piece called “Why You Should Fuck a Writer”. I’ve been working on it for like a year and a half. It’ll be the kind of thing you’ll be proud to say you were at

Tinder entered my life one night through the magic of Google. I was sitting around with my friend Gabby and the question arose of whether there was a “Grindr for straight people.” Grindr allows “gay, bi and curious guys” to find one another using a real-time locator and then do

Thanks to our cigarette-smoking president, cigarette smoking has gotten a lot pricier in the last few years. Although I suspect the prez is being kinda paternal (“don’t do what I did, America”) in projecting his nicotine-guilt upon us, it is helping people quit. But SOME of us (me) just don’t want to.

This is an epic event years in the making. Myself and the fine folks over at Brokelyn are finally joining forces in brokeitude to bring you The Jorts-off Dance off! That’s right we are throwing a FREE dance party this Thursday and we want to see all your lovely financially

Hello, gorgeous BAS readers!  This week we bring you a new feature- City Shutterscape.  Our new photo contributor, Fabian Echevarria, points and clicks his away around town and shares what he sees.  If you think you might know something we need to capture, drop us a line and we’ll dispatch

With every year in San Francisco comes one fog bank rolling in after the other, peppered with the occasional rainstorm or more often than not, that lovely little ice breeze that likes to momentarily stop your heart on it’s way through your body. And yet, seemingly as quickly as the

I hate Valentine’s Day. Sure, I’m a hopeless romantic who usually spends every February 14th alone doing Jell-O shots in my chaise while eating bacon-fried bacon and masturbating to re-runs of Breaking Bad, but I retain the comfort of knowing Internet Girlfriend will never leave nor punch me in the face. The real reason