Your Monday Morning Hangover: SF Is Sicksicksick
Welcome to this week's Monday morning hangover. We'll bring it every Monday at 9 a.m. from here on out. I'm your web editor, David Downs.
Let's start with the funny. Two words: Tracy.Morgan. Personal hero to us and to Jewish werewolves all over. Werewolf Bar Mitzvah.
Now, ... what happened last weekend? Um, we vaguely remember almost getting arrested by police before headbanging to DethKlok at UC Berkeley over the weekend. That was pretty brutal.
Then we almost got arrested in da club with Ghostface Killah and Rakim at Mezzanine. That was tight, son!
But that was after we went out honoring all the dead 'tinas in our life at the Dia De Los Muertos parade. Caliente!
On the schedule this week:
Make sure to watch out for partisan assholes littering your porch and mind with their pet grievances during this Tuesday's election. Perhaps you've heard how San Francisco has to hand-count ten times the required amount of ballots, because this wi-fi-less city is retarded.
Let see, what else is going on?
Supervisor Chris Daly intends to ban consensual coworker sex and romance at City Hall on Tuesday. Dozens of secretaries who like getting banged and spanked have yet to speak up. Check out our weekly feature SFGovernmentInAction for more on that.
And, of course, we will be at more great shows like Henry Rollins at Herbst Tuesday (whiner), M.I.A at the Fillmore Wednesday (all hype, no ass), plus Feist at Nob Hill Masonic Friday (we hope she escaped that Nano!).
Listen here, Feist, money can't buy us back the love that we lost, but drowning our regret in liquor is cheaper than you think. So ta-ta and toodle-loo.
See you next Monday with another hangover, SF. It was worth it.