According to recent findings, it would take 4.85×10(15) years to teleport a complete human at 30GHz. That's 350,000 times longer than the universe has existed. And almost as long as the clothes check line at the Powerhouse.
How will I ever get to all these parties???
Darn you, science. I'm guessing I'll still at least have one or two out of body experiences at the following, howevs.
"Underground" doesn't just mean night, doesn't just mean music, doesn't just mean hip/trendy byword. If you want a jolt of that old-fashioned DIY charge that parties used have in San Francisco, I highly recommend a stop by Zinefest this weekend in the County Fair building in Golden Gate Park. You'll feel punky, nerdy, hip, creative, and cute all at once. The only thing missing is "loud" -- but you'll be shouting in your head how neat everything is.
Oh, and if the Twirl and Dip ice cream truck is nearby, you can dance for joy with a giant sprinkle-topped sundae. Who needs clubs at all? Well anyway, here's some parties.
As always, the party cup overfloweth in SF as burners make their annual migration into the sea of funfur and sparklepants. Besides the great shindigs listed in the paper in this week's Super Ego nightlife column, here are a few more stones to throw at your Exodus hangover ...
SUPER EGO Anyone who's gone to grab my ass and resurfaced 20 minutes later with a handful of vintage Safeway plastic bags and several torn free condom wrappers holding pre-chewed wads of Gonzo Grape Bubblicious knows I'm not really into "bling," as the kids these days say in 1997. Who needs $525 Alejandro Ingelmo gold-trimmed "Tron" sneakers when you can just wear discarded DSW boxes! Cheap and proud lady right here.Read more »
SUPER EGO You'd figure that after 10 successful years and a franchise that rings the globe, including regular stops in São Paolo, Shanghai, Dublin, and Dubai, your party would at some point become an empty parody of itself, flailing through the same frantic motions, like a mime in a blender. But what if your club were based on a type of dance music — mashups — that was a kind of parody to begin with? And what if you focused your seemingly endless energy toward keeping San Francisco freakiness and anarchic fun at the fore?Read more »
SUPER EGO A "yacht" sounds like something I spit up after huffing too much Air Wick Crisp Linen Room Freshener, but apparently it's that boat from the Duran Duran "Rio" video? And America's Cup isn't a Simon Cowell-produced fantasy half-naked athletic protectivewear "talent" contest? Harumph. Well, at least we get a party out of it. In all the boat-race branding hysteria, the people at PUMA are pulling together two months of neato, free, and yuppie-free lineups of daytime and evening parties at its America's Cup PUMA Yard temporary space at Pier 27. Read more »
Last May I "blew through" the huge International Mr. Leather Competition gathering in Chicago and, after I'd cleaned up a bit, had the pleasure of visiting one of the coolest Boystown spots, Wang's, a tiny, fog-filled opium den of a gay bar which, back then at least (it's since seen some upscale hetero incursion) was the place to be, at least if you were looking to somewhat escape the macho IML scene and get down to some sweet, sweet music.
One of the things that made Wang's pop for me was the totally hot guy at the door. "Oh he's from Banjee Report," DJ P-Play told me as we entered. "They're pretty much going to rule the queer hip-hop world in a couple years." Oh, hi there!
Up Your Alley Fair, happening this Sun/28, is the scruffier, cruisier, gayer (yes, it's possible) version of Folsom Street Fair. It has a wonderful history, but will forever be known to a certain generation, ahem, as Dore Alley Fair -- as it was known in the '90s, before it expanded into the several-block to-do it is today.
It also, of late, has attracted a filthy halo of fun parties. Besides the huge, official Bay of Pigs fundraiser party on Sat/27 (usually just a mite too shirtless and circuit music-y for me, but hey, whatever floats your rimseat!) here are some tasty-nasty treats for your "manly" perusal.