SUPEREGO I recently found myself in Navajo Nation, munching on frybread at Kate's diner in Tuba City with Hunky Beau after rocking out to, I shit you not, tech-navajo on the local FM station in the rental. I looked fantastic. We'd just witnessed a fierce two-spirit working the sandwich counter at the Bashas' supermarket down the street. She/he looked fantastic. Back here in the city, on the nightlife scene, things weren't so fantastic another big underground party got busted, Pink Saturday ran into permit snafus, and neighborhood complaints mooted even more regular shindigs. And has anyone else noticed the skyrocketing price of a drink in this town? I'm not saying you need a buzz to bust out (alcohol sales are banned on the rez, so I'm grateful for the option), but dropping a Hamilton for a weak well screwdriver certainly has me rethinking my hollow leg. Still, as immortal shamans ABBA sang, "I can fly like an eagle, I can learn to spread my wings". Spread 'em, children, toss your hair, and let's keep flying high.
The only party in the city where I'm never alone falling on my luscious ass returns skate rental provided, balance and expertise optional. I can't lie, I have a total blast at this gig, even if the tunes are fun-yet-familiar and there's always that one amazingly cute girl whose backspins and pirouettes make me bite my knuckles and wish I were a lot gayer. Like, Brian Boitano gayer.
Thu/4, 9 p.m., $5. Mighty, 119 Utah, SF. www.mighty119.com
"25 YEARS OF HOUSE MUSIC"
Dates and times, dates and times why quibble? Most approaches to the evolution of house are more organic than any "x" on a calendar. But if a quarter-century celebration, complete with art exhibition, of the underground global movement that foretold the Internet's interconnectivity is a big enough excuse to get Chicago genius Jesse Saunders behind the decks at Club Six, I'm way down.
Fri/5, 9 p.m.3 a.m., $15. Club Six, 60 Sixth St., SF. www.clubsix1.com
ZOMBIE BEACH PARTY
"Guaranteed to put the laughter in slaughter" is a tagline that'll get me every time. And so will any appearance by the Living Dead Girlz, those jaw-dropping undead dancer with a taste for semi-clothed flesh. They'll be waving, not drowning, from the stage at this tongueless-in-cheek beach blanket bingo bacchanal, along with Sparkly Devil, Honey Lawless, and a mass grave of others. Plus: an undead beachwear costume contest. Paging Annette Funicello ...
Fri/5, 9 p.m. late, $10 street clothes/$7 surfer zombies. DNA Lounge, 375 11th St., SF. www.dnalounge.com
BIG IDEA: RITUAL AND REDEMPTION
Oh, crap. Is it really Pride month again? Time to haul that sequined rainbow thong from out the mothballs and try to get married or whatever. Yerba Buena Center for the Arts is going homo-humongous for its latest, starlet-studded Big Idea party rounding up the city's fiercest alternaqueers with its golden lasso, including fab drag disasters Anna Conda and Monistat, DJ Dirty Knees, Pansy Division, Honey Soundsystem, Ex-Boyfriends, and the ever-present, never-sleeping Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. The Fellini-inspired spectacle also promises free tattoos, after-hours dancing, a taco truck, and "Project Nunway," heh. Best of all, the whole shebang is free and not sponsored by Miller Lite, Altoids, 2Xist, Olivia Cruises, or Tylenol PM.
Sat/6, 9 p.m.3 a.m., free. YBCA, 701 Mission, SF.