Look, we know how it is. Sometimes you just need to get out there -- at whatever time it is -- and grab a dang drink. Fret no more: Here's our handy guide to getting a little tipsy on, round-the-clock.
I have so much to say about how much influence house originator Frankie Knuckles had on the SF scene (and basically the entirety of my life) -- but I'm still so much affected and in shock at his passing, that I think the best way to work it all out is, as usual, hitting the dancefloor. Let's come together this weekend and celebrate the Godfather's warm and joyous gift of music.
I'm figuring the spirits will be coming down at every party happening this week, but these are my personal recommendations:
SUPER EGO Three signs that our nightlife spring has sprung, sure as the annual return of the swallows to Blow Buddies: the Sunset season opener party, Hard French's outdoor re-emergence, and the star-studly LGBT Center gala Soiree.Read more »
SUPER EGO I am absolutely terrified — terrified — to tell you that one of the most insanely fun (and also insanely packed, watch your dress) nondance parties of the week is Musical Mondays at the Edge in the Castro (7pm, free. 4149 18th St, SF. www.qbarsf.com/edge). Well, technically nondance: with huge screens playing nothing but show tune videos surrounding you, feel free to break out your inner Belle and sweep that Beast around your imaginary ballroom-of-the-mind, sweets.Read more »
SUPER EGO "There is no previous book to this book. There is no Selected Ambient Works Volume I book, just as there is no record by the musician Aphex Twin bearing the title Selected Ambient Works Volume I. There is, however, a Selected Ambient Works Volume II album, released by the British record label Warp in 1994, and this is a book about that album."Read more »
SUPER EGO So a toothy blonde pretend social media exec, a blindingly sequined Latina drag queen, a huge rack of elk antlers with hot-pink panties on them, and a pair of Google Glasses walk into a "punk bar" ...Read more »
SUPER EGO Like I have one half-gram of dopamine left in this one half-brain after New Year's Eve to help me glue my heels back on, smear another layer of mascara down my cheeks, spit-shine my tiara, and stumble out onto the dance floor. Children, I am giving you tragic Courtney Love circa mid-'90s on a melted CD cover right now. And yet! I'd much rather face the DJ than the Safeway or the Muni, so let's just stay out a little longer, k?
YEAR IN NIGHTLIFE The drink of the year was the Chinese Mai Tai at Lipo Lounge. It's $9, but it's huge and you only need one. Or maybe a half, if you want to remember your pants. Oh, just drink the whole thing.Read more »
SUPER EGOBesos from NYC, where it is 37 thousand degrees below zero, and I'm warming my hands on super-cute queer Brooklyn underground dance parties and giant 1990s big-room revival spaces with insane sound systems and too many gorgeous women to count. But if I was back in SF, I'd totally post-twerk with you at these fun parties.