SOMA
My friend, who lives on the corner of 11th and Folsom, had something quite unsavory go down outside her apartment late last night:
i heard a bunch of girls screaming outside. at first i thought they were just drunk, but it turns out they were drunk -and- watching somebody kick the shit out of their friend. the cops found her unconscious on the ground. the whole lot of them denied knowing who did it and stood around like donkeys while the EMTs tried to resuscitate the girl. some shirtless guy kept on shouting "how could you do this to me?" and was thrown into the back of a squad car.
welcome to trendy, urban, hip, soma. would you like to purchase some real estate?
In a sharp, Four Loko-y departure from the PBR era of hipster culture, alt SOMA venue DNA Lounge has introduced a disgusting new cocktail aimed at stroking the whimsy of seapunks. And how fortunate for us! While the past few months in San Francisco has seen everything from murals to fashion to daywalkers from which to draw everyday inspiration, no one has really told us how to drink like a seapunk.
So, how does it taste?
Doctor Popular assured me that it tasted a lot like seawater so I guess he was feeling the waves.
If by "waves" you mean nausea, because this shit literally sounds like bile.
Anyway, anyone have eight bucks I can borrow?
[via Pixelhaunt]
Previously on Uptown Almanac
With just 40 days left until opening day at AT&T Park*, eager fans are getting a jump on things and lining up outside the stadium for tickets. Someone's even gone and painted orange highlights on the Lefty O'Doul Bridge.
Oh yes, it's almost baseball season in San Francisco.
*I totally didn't have to Google that. Trust.
Previously on Uptown Almanac
New mural on the side of Cash & Carry on South Van Ness & Plum.
Our pal Steph is on the ground and is telling us there's a bunch of car drivers--who are clearly important people with important places to be--driving through the area, preventing the firefighters from doing their job. Classy.
[Thanks Steph!]
I can't comment too much on the musical aspects of this show (other than I once watched Battlehooch put on a set on the corner of 16th and Valencia and it was quite enjoyable), and you have to be at least six-years-old to attend (sorry, Mission Mission commenters), but this depiction of a flock of Eskimos tearing apart a 47 Van Ness is probably the most important work of art you've seen so far this year.
And should you be interested in the show itself, The Bay Bridged has a short preview of what one can expect and a line on how to score some free tickets.
I can't help but see these meters and be reminded of Aaron Perry-Zucker and his self-started bright bench project in McLaren Park: sure, it might not be legal, but it looks a helluva lot better than the bland gray and silver finish they originally saw. Plus, they match those vandalized light poles oh-so-nicely.
(Also, be sure to see what organic matter lives at the foot of these)
Previously on Uptown Almanac
I made my way to Mercury Lounge for that photo show the other night and bore witness to a strange and jarring conversation between our pal John and the Mission-oblivious bartender:
OPJ: "Can I get P-B-R?"
MOB: "Sure."
[MOB turns, stares at a bucket of Corona for a moment or two, and turns back towards OPJ]
MOB: "I'm sorry, I don't know that drink."
OPJ: "P-B-R? It stands for Pabst Blue Ribbon."
MOB: "Oh, right."
[MOB grabs a can and cracks it open]
MOB: "That'll be four bucks."
The fine folks over at Full Frame Collective have been crushing it since they launched their cycling-centric photo collective 8 weeks ago, and now they're taking their best-of and slapping it up on the walls of Mercury Lounge. Presumably you should get there on the earlier side of thing, else you might find yourself in a desperate search for nearby bike parking.
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