Dolores Park

Questionable Company Offers Tour of Dolores Park to People Who Don't Have Friends

We've heard about Vayable before—you know, the 'travel experiences' website that enables enterprising Joe Somebodys to offer supposedly authentic tours of their locales.  We've seen 'em in action before, first with a tour of Tenderloin homelessness and then again with a $30 wine and cheese insult picnic in Dolores Park.  What fun!

It seems Vayable is still in business and there's a new (!!!) tour of Dolores Park: a $25 dollar per-person journey into “The Life of a Hipster.”  That's right, noted graphic designer “Stefan” will show you the PBR-soaked ropes of Dolores Park culture, even offering to give you a pair of knock-off Wayfarers to complete your afternoon.

The thing is, I don't trust these tour guides.  Anyone offering to give a tour of the park immediately calls the legitimacy of said tour into suspicion.  Just look at that picture: not only does that dog not have any tats, but that guy's shorts aren't jorts.  And you expect this to be a genuine tour of hipster culture?

I'd like to offer a counter tour of Dolores Park.  A tour of the real​ Dolores Park.  Below, a sample itinerary of your three hours in the park:

2:00pm - Tour/hangout begins.

2:25pm - I show up 25 minutes late looking haggard, listless, and easily confused.  I'll blame my alarm, which “didn't go off again, I totally swear.”

2:26pm - I take a seat on the grass, noting that “I don't think I want to start drinking yet” and “I've been trying to take it easy lately.”  Everyone nods in agreement.

2:29pm - Cold Beer, Cold Water walks by, serenading us with his siren song one for three, two for five.

2:30pm - Five dollars poorer and two PBRs richer.

2:42pm - Speculate that none of our friends are in the park yet because “it's too fucking early” and express surprise that we're even up ourselves.

2:48pm - Everyone collectively glares in the general direction of a growing drum circle.

3:00pm - iPhones begin to buzz with requests for “brunch?”

3:01pm - “naw 2 pbrs deep in dolo. bring tecate?”

3:02pm- *Error: Message Send Failure*

3:17pm - Huddle together and devise a plan to hide from the girl you fucked last week that's walking towards our group.

3:19pm - Talk to her anyway.

3:21pm - Report the conversation was “no big deal.”

3:31pm - Complain that “the weed truffle dude” hasn't been in the park allllll day.

3:32pm - Friends begin to trickle into the park.  They brought beer and it's Modelo Especial.  Assholes.

3:34pm - Reprimand a neighboring park-goer for listening to Cut Copy over iPhone speakers. I mean, really?

3:42pm - Trade a dude in a Ninja Turtles t-shirt a $6.70 BART card for a jumbo weed cookie.

3:49pm - Attempt to hit on cute girl in a tattered Black Sabbath t-shirt by remarking how much better English rock was in the 1970s.  After being completely ignored, walk away hoping no one sees you.

3:58pm - Grumble about all the “shitty dubstep” being played in the park.  Be corrected by your smart-ass friend, noting that “it's more witchhaus than dubstep.”

4:03pm - Survey the thousands of fellow cool kids in the park, observing that “nothing is really going on today” and recollect “how much more action” was in the park last week.

4:09pm - Pose for photos with a guy masturbating under a blank as a backdrop.

4:21pm - Call Rhea's and order a vegan sando from a recovering heroin addict.

4:32pm - Your friend Tim turns up, seeing you checked in Foursquare.  He's standing 10 feet away from you and trying to call you.  You reach for your phone, unsuccessfully, and grunt “I guess I'll hang out with him later.”

4:58pm - TCB Courier delivers your sando, because there was “no fucking way” you were walking two blocks “in this fucking heat.”

5:00pm - My iPhone alarm starts ringing. The tour is over.  I stand up, throw two dollars in change in your face and wish you a “horrible Muni ride home.”

5:43pm - You're still standing at the corner of 16th and Guerrero, wondering if the 22 will ever show up.  I'm hunkered over the Pop's bar, squandering my hard-earned tour guide money on bloody mary's and bitching about all the drunk Marina types ruining the park.

That'll be 25 dollars please.

Cops Now Warning People for Smoking and Open Containers in Dolores Park

We've reported on this a bunch lately, so we won't dive too far into this.  However, it's worth noting that SFPD isn't just going after the suppliers of booze and weed in the park anymore, but directly after the consumers.  We even heard some rumors that Cold Beer, Cold Water gave up on selling beer and is only selling water.

Can we, like, just tear down that dumb playground and go back to normal?

UPDATE: Here's a pic of the undercovers busting people in the park, sent to us by an anonymous reader.  Be aware:

[Photo by Jenna Broughton]

Divisive Parents Want to Fence Off Section of Dolores Park for Brats

Ever since that silly playground opened a month ago, there seems to be a real effort to “clean up” the park.  It's been alleged, repeatedly, that SFPD has been trying to make gay sunbathers feel uncomfortable.  Then SFPD came after people who really need to pee.  And someone managed to rouse our city-sanctioned thugs into busting Cold Beer, Cold Water n' crew.

But that wasn't enough.  Oh no.  Now the neighborhood's population of persnickety parents wants to fence off the playground to keep their little 30 pound disasters shelthered from the savage realities of the outside world:

Some parents have said they are concerned that the recently opened Helen Diller playground in Dolores Park lacks a fence to keep out dogs, which can scare, chase or hurt their children.

Andre Kellerman, a neighbor who lives opposite the park, said she recently saw a pit bull wandering in the playground.

“It was just running aimlessly through the playground and it knocked down a toddler as it went though,” she said […]

Jana Thompson, another neighbor living close to Dolores Park, also saw the incident. To her, it feels as though “dogs have taken precedence over kids” in Dolores Park. Several neighbors have written to both the San Francisco Recreation and Park Department and district Supervisor Scott Wiener.

Ugh.  UGH.  UUUGGGGHHHHHHH.

To Scott Wiener's credit, he thinks the people crying for a border fence are 'fucking dumb' (or, to quote, “The playground, he said, is 'an asset to the park,' and 'radically changing its design' would be inappropriate.”)  However, Dolores Park's manager wants to “keep the option to put up a fence” and quasi-community organization Dolores Park Works thinks a small fence “may be a good idea.”

And, sure, the fence “may be a good idea,” but it would cost money and divide the park and make throwing big events more difficult and generally suck.  Instead, why not enact a city ordinance mandating that parents leash their children so our beloved pups can run around without fear of bumping into some unattended biped?

So vote for me this November 6th.  For the unleashed children.

[Mission Local | Photo by Niall Kennedy]

COLD BEER COLD WATER ARRESTED

Prison bars are simulated (via MSpaint)

Outrage! At 12:54 on Saturday, Dolores Park icon James (aka “Cold Beer, Cold Water” aka “Cold Beer Dude” aka Dad?) was needlessly busted by The Man.  Seriously.

Joe Kowalke was on the scene and witnessed it all go down:

It was sunny and close to 80 degrees on Saturday and Dolores Park was packed. Cold Beer was maneuvering his way through the Fruit Shelf announcing what he had for sale - Cold Beer. Cops who were watching from atop the Shelf took note. They approached him and asked him to join them at the squad car double parked on 19th Street. He was handcuffed and taken away.

The same thing happened to a hippy girl selling Jell-O shots to raise funds for the upcoming AIDS Lifecycle.

SFPD priorities.

PD Bird (we're using birds as sources now? fuck) also chatted with James and got some details:

James came up to me and told me and showed me a citation to appear in court. “For sale PBR.”  He was pretty bummed, they walked up to him and told him to come with them, then cuffed him at car and took him to 17th, released with that citation.  I told him to maybe play it low, he said that he was going to just sell water.

Water? Fuck that shit.

But seriously, James has to be one of the most non-violent bartenders in the Mission.  And how many times has he saved our ass from a trek to the corner store when we're in a deep people-watching trance?

Are we really going to let this shit stand?

#FREECBCW

[Original Pic by Mission Mission]

Who Gave Less of a Shit About Earth Day: the Mission or the Marina?

Alex sent us the above photo Saturday night in an email titled “Marina Scum on Marina Green” and described the gnarly scene:

Went biking today across the Golden Gate Bridge. Saw loads of people enjoying the great weather and drinking on Marina Green. Came back, and this is what Marina scum does to our city!

Tourists were disgusted. I told them it's just one neighborhood. Don't judge.. to harsh.

So a bunch of trash was lying around the Marina Green and when the sun went down, left behind piles of actual garbage? Horrible, for sure.  But as someone who loves ripping on the Marina at every opportunity, what I'm about to type pains me terribly to write: it's not just one neighborhood.  Well, not completely, at least.

Observe:

According to mavens over at Mission Local, this was the scene at Dolores Park Sunday morning “after Recreation and Park Department staff had consolidated much of the trash into piles” (and our hero can collectors did their thing).  Naturally, the old farts that are slowly dying around the park are using this 'wasteland' as evidence that it's time for Ed Lee and his goons to send the police marching in Dolores to whip the young punks that cherish those 13.7 acres into shape.

But, really, is Dolores Park's trash situation that bad?  It's gross, yes; but just look at what those savages to our north have to deal with.  And considering there were umpteen thousands of people getting casual in Dolores all weekend long, this seems like a “best case scenario” to me.

So, can we all just agree to maybe try a little harder to do the right thing and start blaming the Marina kids for our trash woes?  I hear they're kinda messy…

UPDATE: Andrew Dalton has a nice rant about this over at SFist.

Police No Longer Down With People Peeing Openly in Dolores Park

DVTDL? reports:

Ever since mankind ceased ambulating about on four limbs, and began walking this earth on two—man has peed on his god given ground. For thousands of years, man has micturated upon the earth.

Well not in Obama’s America. In #ObamasAmerica, the police state tells you where you can and can’t pee. And if they don’t like you choice of location, they write you a ticket.

All that “Obama plotted 9/11” mumbo jumbo aside, is it really fair to ticket people for skipping the gargantuan bathroom line altogether and tinkling on building itself when the city puts literally no effort in providing ample facilities?  I mean, it's the warmest weekend of the year, the park's packed, and sometimes you just gotta go.

[Photo and reportage by DVTDL?]

Jesus's Giant CRUCIFIX GUITAR For Sale on Craigslist! Sacrilege!

UA reader Doug hips to the fact Jesus just sold the fuck out and is selling the famed cross guitar that won this year's Hunky Jesus Competition.  From the Craigslist ad:

Handmade one-of-a-kind squareneck resonator crucifix guitar, hand-crafted and played by Funky Jesus, winner of the 2012 Hunky Jesus competition in Dolores Park. Own a piece of San Francisco history with this rare collectible and fully functional musical instrument.

Standing at an imposing 6'6” tall and about 4 feet wide, this guitar features a string-thru mahogany tailpiece, inlaid rosewood neck with 22 frets, gold tuners, and a 5.5'' spun steel resonator cone with redwood biscuit bridge. There's even a piezo pickup mounted at the apex of the cone, with a 1/4” female output on the back, so you can plug it into your amp.

The perfect addition to your next evangelical gathering, church choir practice, death metal show, or any religious/sacrilegious event.

Make offer. Trades for motorcycles & tube amps will be considered.

Uhhhhhh, Jesus?  I know we haven't talked in a while, but I have to ask you: what's more badass?  Motorcycle?  Or GIANT 6'6” FUCKING CRUCIFIX GUITAR?!  HELLO.

I'm listening to Appetite for Destruction right now dreaming of how ridiculous it'd be to be Slash with a GIANT CROSS.  Yeah, I'm picturing a Tartine-line-down-the-block line of chicks queuing up to get banged by you.  And you're trading it for what? A 1958 James Dean/Hell's Angels throwback to badassery?  Weak.  Weak dude.

Anyway, that's my bout of unchecked envy for the week.  Sorry you had to witness that.  And, Jesus, I'm kinda broke right now, but I have a pound and a half of uncooked basmati rice and a N64 with four working controllers if you wanna trade.  Call me!

The Best Part About the Hunky Jesus Contest is the Crowd

Sure, the show on the stage had some real highlights this year, but the overall spectacle always seems to come up short when compared to the drunken pastel sideshow in the crowd.  For example, why wasn't there a Hunky Jesus nailed to a giant cross of Peeps?  Or perhaps a just a giant tanned Peep?  I could really go for a box of Peeps right now…

I digress.

Below, some highlights from the show outside the show:

Far and away my favorite outfit of the day, this guy made an assuredly uncomfortable suit out of stuffed bunnies.  I have no idea if this was inspired by Lady Gaga's frog outfit or not, but he wins style points for creativity, effort, and perseverance, regardless.

It's always nice when San Franciscans can come together and openly mock Jesus in the most stylist of ways.  Do they make this shirt in black?

Where did this guy come from?

The Sisters always manage to bring out the best in people's headwear (and I mean that in all seriousness).

Speaking of headwear, the crowd was so goddamn thick this year that dog owners were left with no choice but you hoist their pups above their heads and carry them.

Until next year…

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