SUPER EGO "A man, a plan, a gram: anal canal!" Why some queen just shrieked this quasi-palindrome in my earhole at 5am outside the 7-Eleven — not the Castro one, I have my pride — absolutely no idea. But the poor, bedraggled dear has a point: BE PREPARED.Read more »
SUPER EGO It kills me that San Francisco currently has four — four! — regular parties called Throwback Thursday. Throw them all back, I say, and give us a little effort! Still, there's no denying the power of the past — not just because Michael J. Fox is usually starring somewhere in it, but because the past breeds classics. And when it comes to classics, I have lately been drinking my way right through them.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?
You know what happens if you stop, don't you? The New Year's Eve hangover catches up. So why not just power through the next day with some of the most fortifying party crews in town? Si se puede, honey.
Here's the wheres and whenfors of one of the few days left when SF feels truly old school underground, and you can party for 28 hours straight. All whirligigs start Wednesday morning or afternoon:
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.
SUPER EGO All of a lately, my inbox has been flooded with so many bangin' all-night underground party invites — real underground, not just some dude from Ibiza who doesn't play Afromaus or whatever — that I've had to hike my virtual pants up to my gloriously toned calves. I look like a Williamsburg 2k7 thrift store hipster, minus the neon shutter shades. (Well, at least we're not in clamdigger territory ... yet.)Read more »
Guy Gerber is blowing his nose. A lot. He's also trying to talk to me, through a massive hangover, over the phone from NYC. His chopped-up vocal snippets, mashed into long expulsions of compressed air, spiked with a woman's giggle, rustling sheets, and clanking bottles somewhere in the background of his room, could almost be one of his driving, hypnotic, yet always surprisingly human, techno tracks. Good lord, even this protean dance music creator's phlegmatic exudations are musical.Read more »